Short Adventurous Stories Novels & Stories

I turned a deep shade of red for various reasons, but didn't dare look up. "Raahim, what happened?" Auntie asked Fahad bhai's elder brother and Sahar baji's husband, who was walking towards us. "Oh, it was nothing. Haider got a little burnt from the bbq skewer. Fahad is doing his dressing now. He'll be alright." He explained without stopping. "I wonder how that happened?" I heard Maha say and looked up to find a playful grin on her face. My heartbeat chose that time to quicken, like some thief caught up in his act. So, I meekly turned my gaze down.

We laze around drinking our lemonade with Clarissa still in the water and me and Selina sitting near each other with our legs in the pool. After finishing our glasses of lemonade we decide to start swimming properly and Selina's competitive side brings out my own competitive streak and we end up running through a bunch of competitions. We race each other to see who is the fastest, we see who can hold their breath underwater longest, who can hold an underwater handstand the longest, and a bunch of other challenges. Clarissa takes after her mother and isn’t overly competitive so she volunteers to be the judge while she just lounges around sipping on the freshly made lemonade.

Ava's POV “Why did you stop?” I cried out in confusion and desperation but all I was met with was silence as I heard his footsteps moving farther from me. “Davin?” “Be patient, kitten.” I heard him say even though he sounded far away. “What's the fun without edging?” I was trembling so bad that all I could do was lean down so that my head was touching the ground. I was a huge fan of edging and teasing, but right now all I wanted was his big cock in my pussy. Desperately.

“One drink. And you stay close to me. No wandering off.” Relief flooded through me as well as something much more dangerous than that. “Thank you.” I’d told my best friend I was exploring for the night. I was supposed to give her the details after I was back, but how could I tell her I met her father at a BDSM club and told him to show me around?

Heat spread under her palm. For a long time she ate and drank and stared at the ceiling where smoke wrote soft stories. When she finally slept, it came like a river. In dreams she ran with three shadows that did not crowd her and did not fall behind. They ran at her side, and when she stumbled, the earth rose to meet her instead of breaking her knees.

In my fantasy, Steven growled against my ear, voice low: “You’ve been teasing me for years, baby girl. Parading around in these shorts, bending over where I can see that pretty pussy. This tight cunt is mine now.” I whimpered, pushing the tip of my finger into my ass while the other hand drove deeper into my pussy. The fullness was overwhelming. My thighs trembled, sweat slicked my back, and the T- shirt bunched up my breasts. I could feel my nipples hard and aching, rubbing against the sheets with every movement. I flipped onto my back again, spreading my legs wide, knees almost to my shoulders. The position left me completely exposed and vulnerable, just like I wanted to be for him.

They were shaking again. In a few hours, I would not be just a face in a crowd. I would be a foot away from the man who had been making my pussy ache in my dreams, trapped in a closed room where the only thing between us was a stack of paper and the truth I was too terrified to tell. The collision was coming, and I was nowhere near ready.

"Don't stop, Kill! I'm gonna cum! Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" A crowd quickly gathered in the courtyard, their backs to us, unaware of the filth happening above their heads. But Jimmy was seeing it all. He saw every inch of the twins' cocks disappearing into my body. The people began the countdown. "10... 9... 8... 7... 6..." "Take it, you little whore," Killian hissed, his jaw tight. "5... 4... 3... 2...” “I’m close,” Sinbad roared.

Juliette had heard these horror stories from the previous receptionist. As she got closer to the door, she heard a thud as if he had thrown his shoe at the wall. He threw things, but most often his shoes, she’d learned. She bit her lip at the thought that at least it wasn’t an employee’s head. In the brief silence that followed the thud, she slowly opened the door to his office. He was still on the phone and beckoned her to enter. She shut the door behind her and began to lay out the lunch that she had brought on the long table mostly covered in papers by his desk.

“We need to act normal. Clean up. Pretend nothing happened.” He came up behind me, shirtless again, arms wrapping around my waist. His hard cock pressed against my ass through his shorts. “One last time, Jordan. Before they get here and ruin everything. I need to fuck you again.” I turned in his arms, heart racing. “Are you crazy? What if they arrive early? We can’t risk it out here in the open.” His dark eyes bored into mine. “Then we go into the woods. Deep enough they won’t find us. Come on, little brother. Don’t make me beg.”