Short 1000 Word Stories Novels & Stories

“Boys don’t know what to do with a woman’s body. They don’t know how to work a pair of tits like this until a girl is dripping wet and begging.” He pulled back to look at me, my nipples red and glistening from his mouth. “Are you dripping wet for me, Stephanie?” I couldn’t lie. My whole body was trembling. The evidence was soaking my shorts and I could only nod. a tiny, shameful movement. “Tell me.” “I’m… I’m wet,” I whispered. “Louder. Let me hear what a filthy little hitchhiker you are.” “I’m wet!” I said, my voice cracking. The admission sent another gush of moisture between my legs.

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

She was out of a village around three miles off and was the polar opposite of me. Gemma was quite self explanatory, she drank, smoked and swore like a trooper and she liked cock. She enjoyed penis in any shape and size (and sometimes other colors!). She simply loved penis. In the tales she regaled us on a Monday morning, I was amazed how she could walk straight!

I have seen somewhere once the most dumbass man said, "True Narrator never narrates the whole story in the right order...,?" Author's note - People often ask me, why do I use " ...,? " this kind of punctuation to end any statement? It's because I think and believe, there's no full stop in the end of a sentence and if it is there, then probably the sentence/story isn't ended yet or maybe there's a comma to restart the story after a break but why a question mark? Because there's zero possibility of knowing next...,? His 2 Story !! Book 1 - I'm A Curse...,? Volume - 0 X - xperiment X - xpect X - xperience

I stood at the window, watching the late summer light fade over the forested landscape. The view was breathtaking, lush, golden-green trees whispering of the firestorm of color fall would soon bring. To most, it was the kind of beauty that brought tears to the eyes. But I had none left to give. Ten years. That’s how long it had been since I lost her. My wife. One bullet, one night, and my world shattered into dust. Since then, I’d walked a long road of self-destruction. Somehow, I was still here—if you could call this living.

Chapter 2: Reconciliation "It's pouring outside." Gina said while watching the rain and shivered at the cold, despite the heat coming from the chimney. She glanced at the unaffected wolf and snorted. "It must be nice having a thick coat of fur, huh?" Sam purred, wanting to invite her for a cuddle, but of course, Gina wasn't able to get the message and wrapped herself with a thick blanket, proceeding to type away to finish her novel. She only has a week left to finish her deadline before her editor kills her for real.

“But not yet.” His fingers moved inside her in a slow, steady rhythm, watching her body melt beneath his touch . When her legs started to shake, he lifted her with ease, pulling her thighs tight around his waist. She could feel him. His hard thick length pressed against her. “You want it?” he asked, his voice low as he rocked his hips against her. His Cock grinding into her wet entrance. She nodded desperately. “No safe word,” he reminded her. “You give me everything.” “Yes,” she breathed. “Please.”

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

“Do you touch yourself while writing these stories, Lila? Do you imagine my cock stretching that tight little college pussy while you finger yourself at night?” The crude words from his refined mouth made her gasp. She couldn’t answer, but her body betrayed her—her breathing quickened, and she squirmed in her seat. He smiled darkly. “Since you’re so eager for private lessons, here’s your punishment. You will read the entire story aloud while I watch. Every single filthy word. And if you stop or stumble, I’ll bend you over this desk and spank that pretty ass until it’s red.” Lila’s heart raced. Part of her wanted to run. The other part—the part that had written those dirty scenes—was already

“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"