Public Stories Novels & Stories

“Hey, beautiful. If you’re listening to this, then I’m gone and Remy is playing this message for you. I know, it's a little strange to hear my voice after I’m gone. It’s going to be really hard without me. But Remy and Kai are there for you. Lean on them when you get sad, lonely, want to cry, or, hell, want to laugh. Want a date to dinner? Call them. When you need to feel muscular arms around you or something more, call on them. People are going to pressure you to get back out there, but I know you. You don’t need strangers, you need the familiar. With that, I give you permission to be happy. I believe one of these two jokers is the right man for the job. I trust them. They promised me they

“Don’t believe a word he says. But if you want to talk about real injuries, let me tell you about the time I dislocated both my hips and still won my fight.” “I think that’s enough tall tales for one afternoon,” I say before George can fill Cassandra with more stories that might or might not be true. “Sorry, boys, but my new boss is a real hard-ass,” Cassandra tells them and then whispers loudly enough for me to hear, “If I can sneak back over here later, I want to hear all about that hip thing.” “You got it,” George tells her with a wink. “I think you’ve got a fan club,” I say when we walk to the front of the gym.

I took a glimpse of my watch and turned back to her. “It is almost time for Physics class,we have to go and grab lunch.” “Sure…” We started walking to the cafeteria and I could swear that I caught Anna throwing weird stares at me. We stood on the line with our trays in our hands. Anna bent over and whispered into my ears. “Maybe we should read some of your erotic stories while we eat.” My body went cold. There was no way in hell I was letting someone else read my diary. There were quite a lot of erotic and sex scenes in it and the worst part was that they were not mine. They were about my friends or random students I randomly pair up in my head.

“I do not have money now but I promise that I would make you feel good. And maybe you spent a lot of time with me because you love me.” “Already? I have not even seen the size of your dick.” “It might not be a nine inches like you expect but it sure would fit in that tight pussy of yours.”. “And even if it does not fit, I am always open to three homes and even four somes. The more the merrier. With that last text, she logged off with no good nights or sweet texts. I wanted to be the one saying those but we were not all that familiar. There was no one really active anymore on the site so I spent all night read sex stories and watching erotica videos to add to my knowledge and be able to have

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

WARNING : This is a collection of short erotic stories. It is extremely explicit, raw and unfiltered. Not suitable for readers under 18. Step into a world where every shade of temptation comes alive. Where obsession feels like love, and ruin feels like pleasure. Every tale drags you into a secret desire, a toxic attraction. Where heroines love being ravaged, and still beg for more. Stepdads who claim what they desire while mom is away or sleeping. Dominant piano tutor who turns practice into breathless, handcuffed restraint, and a junior brother who blackmailed their sisters into a threesome.

he said, his voice a low vibration that hit me square in the chest. The chatter died instantly. He turned around, leaning against the podium, his sleeves already rolled up to reveal the lion etched into his tanned skin. My pulse spiked. I couldn't stop my eyes from tracing the golden outlines of the beast on his arm, remembering the way it seemed to ripple in the moonlight of my subconscious. "The Art of Storytelling is not a solo venture," he began, his almond eyes finally sweeping over the rows. "To understand narrative, you must understand collaboration and the friction of differing perspectives. For the remainder of the semester, you will be working in groups of five."

We roasted it relentlessly for half an hour, sharing naan and chicken tikka from the same containers, passing the wine around like old times. Then, because alcohol apparently turns me into an oversharer when I’m desperate for touch, I blurted it out. “I haven’t gotten laid in ten months.” The room fell silent except for the thunder outside. Jordan stopped chewing. Luca’s fork hovered mid-air. “Ten?” Jordan echoed, eyebrows shooting up. I groaned and yanked my tee over my face. “Don’t make me repeat it.” Luca lowered his food gently. “Ethan?” he asked, voice low and careful.

She laughed and thought to herself "my weakness is teachers". -Well, I already told you my whole life story. Of course, when she told her life story she didn't include Gabriel. -Well look my life is not that interesting it is very common I have a family that does not live here my family is European I came to visit this country and I stayed here my family is a very traditionalist family they come from time to time to see me and I also go there from time to time I have two more brothers they live with my parents and I am a professor at several universities, so as you see my life is not very interesting.

“Where are the condoms?” Janice froze because shit, they didn’t have one.