Scary Stories Shorts Novels & Stories

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

Liam murmured into Nina’s hair, voice already sleepy and satisfied, “you’re wearing the shortest fucking skirt you own. No panties. And when Rita naps, you’re coming to find me in the garage. I’m fucking these tits next.” Nina could only whimper, body trembling with aftershocks, pussy still fluttering around nothing.

He wore some sweatpants and a long t-shirt. They came around to where the stories and posters began, and I saw them get caught up in the “on-wall” fantasy collection as well. She must not have seen me standing there, because as I started to move further down the wall to where the women were standing, she let out a small shriek and moved her hand to her chest. “Sorry,” she said, pulling a bit closer to her husband. “You scared me.”

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

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.

“I tucked it away in my boxers and made for the door, hoping it would deflate before she noticed, but it just got more rigid and by the time I walked out into the hallway, it was tenting my shorts. You can hide a hard-on in regular jeans or shorts, but you can’t hide one in a pair of boxers, so I hurried back to the room so I could slip my shorts on. Before I could get them up my legs, Lily walked in and noticed I was sporting another woody.” “Busted!” “Yup. And there was nothing I could say. I remember getting that feeling inside, you know when your whole body kind of goes numb and you just want to crawl into a hole and die?” “Well, maybe not that bad, but…yup, I’ve been there before.” “I p

My heart was beating so loud, I was scared the waiter could hear it at this point. As I approached them, feigning confidence I didn't have, I noticed their eyes wander from my face to my breasts to my thighs, whispering in each other's ears and smirking right after. The whole thing was making me so anxious—I was so scared I'd mistakenly miss a step and fall in these goddamn heels. Of all nights? Why today, dear lord? “Shirley!” Damian says out loud when I’m barely a feet away from them, his eyes dropping to my popping breasts. “Haven’t seen you in ages. Where the hell have you been? You look sexy as fuck.”

I was so engrossed that I didn't notice my annoying stepbrothers walking into my room. Not until someone tickled my side. "Jesus, what the fuck!" I practically launched off the bed. Ripping out my earbuds, I spun around to find all three of them standing in front of me. Towering over me. Like I was some sort of sacrificial lamb. "What's going on?" I asked, eyeing each of them suspiciously. "Let's play a game," Hans said, folding his arms across his chest. "What kind of game?" "Hide and seek."

She howled a pained scream as the first man moved in, his gaze at her little skirt and his hand reaching out to grab it. She pulled back, avoiding him and ran around him, ducking to avoid the grabbing hands of the other men and her little cries of fear drowned out by the clapping and chanting. The second time the girl wasn’t so fast, the man in the centre grabbed a handful of her skirt and swung her around by it, knocking her off her feet to sprawl on her back on the floor with him holding tight to the pleated material. She screamed as he yanked, the force of it turning her onto her side and lifting her and then the crowd roared approval as the skirt ripped and was torn clean from her body.

It was 11pm at night when Nikhil Khanna drove off in his car to the hotel Grad Shine. On his way , he stopped his car and when he was parking it in the parking lot , he noticed a beautiful girl wearing a red coloured lacy short frock with her cleavage popping out .Along with it she was wearing black jacket and black coloured female boots with high heels.