Science Fiction Short Story Collections Novels & Stories

I was so close already, my walls clenching around his thick cock, when the office door suddenly burst open. A nerdy girl from our class, with glasses, messy bun, was clutching her assignment, as she stood over there frozen, her eyes wide with shock as she took in the sight of me bent over the desk with Professor Harlan’s cock buried deep inside my pussy.

The taste of them still lingered if she closed her eyes—salty, warm, forbidden. At 1:47 a.m. she pulled out her phone. Opened the secret group chat she’d made the morning after—named nothing more creative than “Night Crew.” Her thumbs moved fast. “Storage room C. 2 a.m.” No emojis. No explanation. She hit send and felt the rush hit low in her belly. She waited five minutes, then slipped away. Storage room C was on the third floor—deep in the back wing, stacked with boxes of gloves, gowns, and IV bags nobody ever checked after hours. The door was heavy, no window. Perfect.

The door clicked shut. Alina stood frozen, her coat still half draped over her arms. Her skin was hot despite the chill that slipped through the room. She didn’t know who Iris was exactly, but she knew enough: powerful, uninvited, and clearly once close to Julien. Julien didn’t move. He simply looked at her. “Don’t let her get in your head,” he said “She knew you,” Alina murmured. He nodded. “This place attracts people who want control.”

‎It had not rained for weeks!! Last night had felt like I was baking in a sauna and not in a good way. My cooling system had worked so hard, so f*****g hard, that it packed up the day before. My house slowly but surely became outrageously hot, so hot that when I looked down, I could see my n*****s peeking through the thin fabric of my sleeping T-shirt, already damp with sweat, and it wasn't even 9am yet.

Forever. End of book 36

The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Sadile Marconi, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames, sat at a secluded table, her green eyes darting between the pages of her textbook and the clock on the wall. The numbers seemed to mock her, ticking away the minutes until her next class, a class she was dangerously close to failing.

Everything was shifting. I touched my face. Stranger's face. Safe face. The herbs worked. The magic worked. He shouldn't feel anything. But he did. I lay on the bed. Stared at the ceiling. Five years of planning. Two months of waiting. And now, one moment in a hallway changed everything. He felt something. He was watching. He was asking questions. And Serena was paying attention now too. Danger. On both sides. I should leave. Run. Disappear like my grandmother told me to if things went wrong.

are all of those boxes full of your course books? Wow! Looks like you’re really into making the most of this opportunity. But it’s great... in today’s world, it’s... huh, wait a minute... is this... this can’t be your course material. It’s... a... sex manual... um... more like a masturbation guide... holy shhh... really? Oh no, no. Don’t look so alarmed. I wasn’t really expecting this... but I don’t mind at all. In fact, I encourage it.

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.

Angelo raises his hands before the male teacher finish what he said, so hepless, he pointed at where Angelo is and instructed for the boy to stand up to answer the question. “The classic elements of a science fiction novel include: Time travel. Teleportation. Mind control, telepathy, and telekinesis, Aliens, extraterrestrial lifeforms, and mutants. Space travel and exploration. Interplanetary warfare. Parallel universes. Fictional worlds. That’s all” Angelo said his answer and didn't wait for the male teacher to give him permission to sit as he already sat down back again to his seat, the smell of gun powder a while ago that disappeared once again resurfaced on the air as Demetria looked at