Rated R Short Stories Novels & Stories

Professor Harris's voice droned steadily on about unreliable narrators and I fixed my eyes on the whiteboard and breathed. But another paper ball landed on my lap."Bet you're already wet just from reading that. Do you clench every time I look at you, Clara?" My nipples tightened against my bra and I was suddenly, acutely aware of every point of contact between my clothing and my skin. Shame and want twisted together inside me into something I didn't have clean language for because I was the quiet librarian's assistant,with perfect notes and had never once broken a rule that mattered. And here was Jax Rivera making me regret my decisions.

I threw on a simple tank top that rubbed against my bare tits and soft cotton shorts that clung to my ass, no bra, nipples already stiff from the morning chill. Downstairs the smell of coffee hit me hard and I heard Liam before I even saw my twenty-year-old son loud and excited, talking nonstop about his all-day gaming marathon with his online crew, his voice carrying through the kitchen like he owned the morning. Ryan came down right after, Liam’s cocky best friend who was crashing here for the whole summer. Shirtless, sweatpants slung low on his hips, the thick outline of his cock hanging heavy and obvious, the fat head pressing against the gray fabric every time he moved.

“Yeah?” “Yeah.” Ryan’s eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. “No strings. Just… roommates helping each other out. We both need to get off. Deal?” Jake’s heart slammed against his ribs. He’d jerked off thinking about Ryan’s ass in those shorts, the cut of his hips, the low groans he made when he thought Jake was asleep. “Deal,” he rasped. “Get over here.”

Every time I thought I was at my limit, Kade would whisper something cruel in my ear, or Brian would deliver a spank that reignited the fire in my blood, and I’d find a second wind. By mid-afternoon, I was lying splayed out on the rug, my legs shaking uncontrollably. I was covered in a film of their cum, my skin tacky and smelling of musk. The sheer stockings were torn, and the maid’s apron was hanging by a single string. Kade walked over and stood between my spread legs, looking down at me like I was something he’d found on the bottom of his shoe. "You're holding up better than I thought," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "But we’re only halfway through day three. Brian and Ken have som

I look you over, my eyes lingering on your body, assessing. A slow smirk plays on my lips as I lean against the desk, crossing my legs. “Hello yourself. You’re here for the writing job, aren’t you? Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes. Or maybe you’re just here to waste my time.” My gaze is intense, unblinking, as if I’m already deciding your fate. ( you hand over a file containing a CV and a short story ..it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper)

Ace raised his head, and I quickly dropped my gaze to the book in my hand, adjusting my reading glasses. “You're so wet for your stepbrother, you little slut,” Jeff grunted in Katie's ears as he slipped a hand inside her core. She whimpered under his touch, clenching around those thick fingers like it was her lifeline.” I adjusted myself on the couch as my insides squirmed from what I'd just read. I imagined Jeff's dialogue as Ace's and the thought of it made heat spread across my skin. In a fit to suppress what I was feeling, I brought my legs together.

“That’s me claiming the man sent to end me. How does it feel knowing the target is fucking you back?” Kael gripped Riven’s hips hard enough to bruise and thrust up into him. “Dangerous. You’re fucking dangerous.” “Good.” They fucked like animals in that booth for nearly an hour — switching positions, biting, choking, cursing, coming again and again. By the end, both of them were covered in sweat, cum, and bite marks. The one-way glass was fogged up from their heat. Finally, Riven collapsed on top of him, both of them spent.

“One drink. And you stay close to me. No wandering off.” Relief flooded through me as well as something much more dangerous than that. “Thank you.” I’d told my best friend I was exploring for the night. I was supposed to give her the details after I was back, but how could I tell her I met her father at a BDSM club and told him to show me around?

On the second page, she wrote the words. PERSONAL PROPERTY BY ARABELLA MADRIGAL On the next page is the date that day she wrote on the upper right part. She then began the story by writing two words. The Dear Diary ... Still with a beautiful smile that Ara started to write down all the happy things that happened to her that day. Because if then she tried to deny her feelings for Daniel, now she does not. She has accepted everything and she is willing to embrace the whole truth that Daniel is special in her heart and this is the reason and will be the hero of her diary.

So, Rara can be an example. Rate the book🥰🥰🥰🥰. Thanks for reading💜💜💜💜