Novel & Cerita Sell Short Stories

“Sofia, come on. We’ve literally changed in front of each other a thousand times. Remember that time in tenth grade we got locked out of the locker room during swim practice and had to strip in the janitor’s closet?” I burst out laughing. “Don’t remind me.” “Exactly. This isn’t new territory,” she added with a playful grin. “Alright then,” I said with a half-laugh, still hesitant, but more out of modesty than embarrassment. I opened the hidden folder on my phone and selected a few of the more artistic shots—the ones where the lighting caught my collarbone just right, or where I was curled up in that vulnerable but powerful pose. I hit send through AirDrop. Or, at least, I thought I did.

“I might need you to pull over.” He laughed, pulling out of the warehouse lot. “Next year’s calendar shoot is already booked, right?” “Oh yeah,” she said, eyes sparkling. “Follow-up charity event. Very exclusive.” “Very,” he agreed, hand resting high on her bare thigh. Months later, the official calendar was released. It sold out in days, raising thousands for the department’s youth programs. Avery kept her locked box under her dorm bed: a dozen Polaroids of oil-slick skin, cum-glazed breasts, Ryan’s cock buried deep, both of them laughing.

He’d caught me using it once, and he stayed angry about it for almost a week. I promised I wouldn’t use it again. I even threw away the one I had, like that would somehow seal the promise shut. But then his trips became more frequent… and that promise started to feel less like something real and more like something I said just to calm him down. I grabbed my phone from my nightstand and dropped onto the bed. I yanked my soaked panties down my thighs, and spread my legs wide. I unlocked my phone and opened the hidden folder where I kept a bunch of sex videos. I played one where a man was fucking a blonde-haired woman doggy style.

My breasts were so swollen and sensitive that each flick of his tongue caused lightening to strike in my p***y. ‎ ‎I was so turned on that my p***y clenched in on itself and ached with the need to be touched too. He released my n*****s and I lay back on my elbows as he began nibbling my ribs and working his way down my stomach. He stopped at my belly button and he licked the water that had pooled there. I drew in my breath imagining his tongue delving deep in my p***y. His mouth moved downward and in the same swift motion as before, he loosened the straps of my swimsuit bottom and flung it to the side with the bra. He stared at my p***y for long before whispering.

Approval must be earned. I add a new line: Sees everything. Says nothing. Dangerous. Then I delete the whole document. Because I’m not studying him anymore. I’m learning him. And that’s not part of the plan. Sienna texts me: You okay? I stare at the phone. I type: No. Then I delete it. I type: I think I just met a man who’s not Ethan. I delete that too. Finally, I send: Meridian’s gonna crush. Sleep well.

“Let’s hope nobody heard you begging for it.” Elijah was... Everything. But we broke up a year later when I had to leave. Since I've told you all this gory, beautiful stories about myself and it is time to finally close the curtains. I'm sad to go. Trust me, I am, but it's been fun sharing my deepest, sexiest secrets with you. I guess we might just call this entire book "the diary of a slut"

Hearing a stranger acknowledge her erotic work so bluntly made her stomach twist. Damon walked over to the glass coffee table and picked up a thick folder. “Here is my offer. One month. You live here. I have complete control over your schedule, your writing hours, and your… research. In return, I will pay off every single debt your publishing company left you with. All of them. Additionally, you will receive two hundred and fifty thousand dollars per month as allowance. Paid in advance.” Ara’s mouth fell open. Two hundred and fifty thousand? A month? That was more than she ever earned from writing.

Chapter 2: Finger fucking in class I walked into Professor Harlan’s lecture hall the next morning wearing my shortest skirt yet, my heart pounding with excitement. I had no panties underneath, it was just my smooth, bare skin that was already getting slick from the thrill of what I planned to do. After yesterday’s little show in Blake’s office, I knew I had his attention, and now I was going to push him further.

"Mm, it feels so good way down there." And so on. I wanted to tell her to shut up and open her mouth, but at this point she was the customer, and I remembered what hubby had told her about customers. Of course, they also say it pays to advertise. "If you think my cock tastes good, you might want to try my balls." "Hmm," she said. She didn't jump at it. Not a real connoisseur, I guess. I came up with a way to make them tastier. "Five bucks a testicle."

She was going to ask her to assign the story to her. Robert and Stella were in Stella’s office. The two were going through some of the articles submitted by other workers to see which stories would sell. After seeing how successful Robert had been in his last three articles, Stella had considered his opinions important and once in a while sought his advice. “This story by Jenny is good, but we can change its angle a little bit. Focusing on the human angle will make it reach the audience. people love reading about what affects them,” Robert said. “I thought so. That is why I set aside those stories,” Stella said, setting up two cups of coffee for both of them. It was cold outside, and it was