S X Short Stories Novels & Stories

Even though I had received enough cock, reading this stirred my inner whore. The sound of the door creaking open made me gulp down the invisible lump in my throat as I closed the book and shove it aside. Christian I watched him strode in with a smile and with a bag of snacks in his hands. My eyes sparkled immediately as I sat up. “Wow, that’s a lot. Are all of these for me?” I asked as I rose to grab everything. He chuckled softly. “Not just you, Sarah. It’s for all of us. Have you forgotten we normally have a family hangout every Friday night?” He asked, and my words stuck in my throat.

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.

It was longer than I had expected, the shaft thick with veins standing out along the length, the head flushed dark and smooth. My pussy gave another involuntary clench at the sight, a fresh gush of wetness soaking my thong even more. “Read the problem,” he ordered, gripping the base of his cock and tapping the swollen head against my lips, spreading that salty precum across them. I swallowed hard and looked back at my notebook, my voice shaky as I started. “So… the integral of x squared plus three x… um… is…” He pushed the head past my lips while I was still speaking, the salty taste of him filling my mouth instantly, thick and warm and so real it made my head spin.

Without you, the readers, I wouldn't have been able to tell their stories. Please feel free to reach out to me through my social media pages. On my Face book page as Maramartha. And on my Instaagram as maramarthaa. While keeping an eye out for Calum’s story: To Seduce My Stepbrother, you can check out my other completed stories; 1. Mr Reluctant Billionaire. 2. Mrs Reluctant Billionaire 3. Erotic Shades Of Passion: a short erotic anthology. (This one is just 42 chapters).

“Yo, I got people. If you help me, I will give you like sis! It ain’t no bad deal!” Cali didn’t know what he was talking about. So she said, “I don’t understand what you’re talking about.” He smiled and replied, “Oooh!! Sur! Sure! My bad! My bad! You see, it is the X war. It is a game that some dudes started. We must gotta mark the majority of X that we can, and whoever has the most at the end of the pandemic shit wins, you feel me?” She looked at him in disbelief and surprise, and then she asked, “All that X thing is a game?”

And those white whiskers and long, flowing beard…I shudder just to think of those whiskers tickling me in soft and pink places. But it’s just a fantasy. I mean, Santa isn’t real, right? So it’s not like I’m going to get what I want on my Christmas list anytime soon. At least that’s what I thought… It was Christmas Eve and I’d spent it with my girlfriends, drinking wine and getting lit talking about girl stuff and the subject inevitably turned to sex, as it always does when the girls get to drinking, and I, sort of, admitted my secret fantasy.

Chapter 1 The bookstore smelled like fresh coffee and old paper, the way it always did on event nights. Elena Reyes stood at the front of the packed reading room, microphone in hand, watching twenty kids and their parents lean forward as she finished the last chapter of the bedtime story. Laughter rippled through the crowd. A little girl in the front row clapped so hard her pigtails bounced. Then her phone buzzed on the podium. Once. Twice. Three times. She ignored it until the applause died down. Only then did she glance at the screen.

the voice of the stranger snapped me out of my thoughts. I shook my head, snapping out of whatever naughty fantasy I was having. I bit hard on my lips as my clit throbbed. “Sorry, I didn't catch that. Welcome to X Hotel and Suites. Good morning, and what's the name?” I asked, trying to mask the embarrassment I was feeling with a smile. He mentioned his name and I got his keys out of one of the drawers. He extended his palm towards me, and I dropped the key in his hand. Our hands made the smallest contact and that made my heart skip a beat.