Novel & Cerita S X Short Stories

Maria's POV I know exactly what I am doing when I "accidentally" tip the coffee pot at breakfast. My hand shakes just enough to sell the mistake, but the hot coffee splashes straight across Alexander's crisp white shirt. The fabric turns see-through, clinging to the hard lines of his chest and stomach. Mrs. Harrington gasps and starts dabbing at the stain with her napkin, muttering about how clumsy I am. Alexander doesn't say a word. His blue eyes snap to mine and darken instantly, that predatory gleam I love so much making my stomach flip. My pussy clenches hard just from the promise in that look. No words needed, I know my punishment is coming, and I want it.

Kate's POV My best friend’s name is Jack. We have been friends since we were little kids. He is tall, he has kind eyes, and he is very, very strong. He is always there for me. If I am sad, he makes me laugh. If I need help, he is the first person I call. But lately, when I look at him, I don't feel like a "friend" anymore. I feel a fire in my stomach. I want him to hold me. I want him to look at me and see a woman, not just the girl he grew up with.

WILD IMAGINATION. XOXO

He filled me in a way that pressed against the front of my walls. He fucked me with long strokes, leaning down to capture my mouth in a kiss. I tasted myself, tasted Hans and Mitch, tasted sin. The angle was so perfect. It hit deep and I was so sensitive from my orgasm that every inch made me gasp. He was hitting directly at my core. “Now scream my name,” he ordered, pounding into me ruthless and fast. I did. “Devon! Devon!” The words tumbled out, raw and desperate. Mitch and Hans watched, stroking themselves as they waited.

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Hi, everyone! This is Curvy Writes, and first things first: I need to take a deep, dramatic bow and then just collapse on the nearest couch. Because, people, we did it! I just want to say a massive, soul-hugging, confetti-tossing THANK YOU to every single one of you who has been reading my short story, "In Her Skin." Seriously, from the bottom of my slightly exhausted but extremely grateful heart, thank you. You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for.

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Ethan The neon sign outside the small storefront flickered softly—Madame Elara: Tarot, Visions & Destiny—and I stood there for almost five minutes, briefcase heavy in my sweaty palm, heart hammering like I’d just run a marathon. I’d noticed it only this morning on my way back from the office. The place looked new; the paint was still fresh, the curtains deep crimson. No one I knew had mentioned her before. Maybe that’s why I finally pushed the door open. Stupid, really. But after another lonely weekend spent jerking off to videos I was too embarrassed to admit I watched, the question wouldn’t leave me alone: Would I ever have a girlfriend?

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Lena shoved the apartment door open with her hip, arms full of her jacket and the little paper bag from the corner store. The hallway light was off. Good. Kai must still be at the gym or out with those loud friends of his. The place smelled like coffee and whatever spicy thing he’d cooked last night—still warm, still quiet.