Novel & Cerita Poetry Stories

They had dived into their favorite topic of discussion, their boyfriends. “Gideon is sooo good! He literally makes me come every time, every fucking time” Lauren said, fanning herself. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Here we go again. “Me too!!!!” Helen giggled, eyes wide with excitement. “Brian does this thing with his tongue, and, oh my God, my eyes roll! I literally have to beg him to stop” They yapped none stop for hours. Who was better in bed. Who had a bigger dick. Who was freakier, Who ate pussy better. It was getting damn annoying because , my lovely boyfriend, was shit.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

“All five of you are my muses.” They stared. Then they laughed. Then they cried. Then they kissed me. All at once. The exhibition would not have one muse. It would have five. And the canvases would be filled.

I sucked all three cocks at once, licking and stroking them until they came on my face and tongue. I rode them one by one while the others sucked my nipples and rubbed my clit. I came until I was crying from pleasure. In the quiet moments between rounds we talked more. They opened up about their lives. Lucas told me how lonely success had made him before he found Julian and Victor. Julian spoke about losing his family young and building everything himself. Victor admitted he had never found a woman who could handle all three of them until me. I told them about my fears of never being enough. They listened and held me tighter.

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

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The flames of passion consumed them entirely. Joshua gripped her legs and drew her closer to him, his masculinity infiltrating her femininity even further. Danica's body shook with each thrust from Joshua. She couldn't stop crying since the pleasure was so intense for her. His every thrust was harsh, but she enjoyed it. Every thrust convinced her she was the only one and no one else mattered. He will never grow tired of loving her, no matter how many years pass.

"Yes they do. It's true there are some of them who use their imaginations to make their own story but most of them don't. Their creativity can easily be corrupted by others' power." Mr. Kang nodded again and she kept talking about how to teach them and encourage them to create stories themselves. "What kind of stories did you come up with?" He asked her curiously. "It's a collection of fairy tales written by children. The main theme is love, hope, happiness, and adventure. If you put it together, it's actually one huge adventure story. That is why I wanna give them a try." Jung-Hoon smiled at her. She was such a inspiration for young people who wanted to work hard for their dream. She was so

“I have a book I think you might enjoy." "What is it about?" I asked him curiously. "Most servants can't read. I usually read for them." "It's a book of short stories. Most are fairy tales- Half-fish people want to be full people. A princess trying to beat her pre-destined fate. Children who are abandoned in the woods try to find their way home. There are several stories within the book." "Sounds interesting," I replied, watching Bart rejoin us. I got up quickly to help him with the trays.

“Sometimes people cannot say how they feel, but they can see themselves in a story.” The woman nodded slightly. I continued. “Stories also give people hope. When someone reads about a character who struggles and still survives, it reminds them that their own struggles might not be the end.” The third interviewer leaned forward. “So you believe stories change lives?” “Yes,” I answered softly. “I believe they do.” The man flipped through another page. “If we hire you here as a junior content writer, what kind of stories would you want to write?” My heart steadied. “The kind that make people feel something,” I said. “Stories that stay with them even after they close the book.”