Russian Short Stories Novels & Stories

“The Battle of Tannenberg in 1914 took a massive blow on the Russian Empire. Over 30,000 Russian troops were killed or wounded while 90,000 had been captured. Germany’s forces, on the other hand…” Dani took down notes as her European History teacher continued lecturing up front. They had started tackling on Russian history this week, which felt just the slightest bit funny. Had an unforgettable chapter in her life not been in Russia a few months ago, this would be another boring lesson for her to sit through.

Stella asked. Bellamy nodded and replied, "You know that I like reading. What would you recommend?" Stella remembered the time he taught her Russian. It had been five and a half years since then, but she still remembered his charm and coldness. She said in Russian, "Have you read 'Sin and Punishment'? I think that it's quite interesting. Do you want to have a look at it?" Bellamy was stunned for a moment. He chuckled and replied in Russian, "I've seen all these Russian novels. Why don't you recommend me something special?"

“What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?” Renee shook her head. “Asides from those tits-” She grabbed the tits, “- and a very pick cunt, nothing.” “Let me check myself.” Narissa said and climbed onto the bed, bringing her face close to Yasmine's pussy. “Pink.” Yasmine couldn't help but moan as she felt Narissa's fingers on her. She began to writhe. “No. Please.” Narissa brought her head up with a wicked smile. “No? Is it torture for you? Then how about this?”

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.

I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

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

“Fuck—Sof—yes—” Lena’s hands fisted in auburn hair, pulling Sofia’s mouth harder against her tit while her other hand shoved up Sofia’s skirt. No panties—Sofia never wore them on “late nights.” Lena’s fingers found slick, swollen folds already dripping. She plunged two inside without warning; Sofia moaned around her nipple, hips jerking forward.