Short Adventurous Stories Novels & Stories

Most of them were old, had a pregnant belly and were so short. The other sisters quickly scattered in the courtyard when they noticed him but stayed where I was staring at this wonderful specimen. God’s wonderful creation. I wasn't afraid of him. Why would I? When he told me stories from the outside world. About lights that never flicker off, cars that roar like lions, and women who wear revealing clothes to show off their breasts and ass. He always laughs at my curiosity when I ask him questions. “What does the beach smell like? “Do people really kiss on the street? “Do women outside have my body shape?”

After all, he wasn't trying to bargain for his death, he was bargaining sex with me. And with that, I slowly lowered the gun. My choices were wrong, my insides pooled with dread. But the thought of his thrusts made me courageous enough to drop the gun to the floor. “Make this quick.” Rocco moved swiftly, like a predator coming for its prey. I knew for a fact that this wasn't going to be like the previous sex. This was going to be rough. Fast. Desperate. Rocco closed the distance between us, slipping a hand around my waist. He slipped his free hand into my skirt. His fingers found my slits and he gently grazed over them, making my thighs clench. My folds burned with heat as he increased press

Vera deadpanned, then smiled when he laughed, really laughed, the kind that lit up his whole face and crinkled the corners of his eyes. She liked that sound more than she cared to admit. They fell into an easy rhythm after that. Nothing serious, nothing heavy, just snippets of stories, childhood mischiefs, and mutual teasing that felt like balm after everything that had happened. He told her about sneaking out of his boarding school with his friend and getting caught three blocks away because his friend had a weak bladder and needed to pee every twenty minutes. She countered with the time she’d raced an undercover cop in a stolen motorcycle and only escaped because he’d pulled over to answer

He grinned, wiggling his fingers mysteriously. “It’s called ‘Story Fingers.’ You take turns telling a story, but here’s the catch—you can only speak one sentence at a time, and you have to include a finger count with each sentence. For example, I start with ‘One fox ran across the river,’ and then you continue with two of something happening, and so on. It gets tricky, and hilarious, especially after a few rounds.” Jaiyana laughed, already intrigued. “Sounds… complicated. But fun. Okay, I’m in.”

“You know the drill. Answer the questions, and we'll give you what you want.” “Then ask the damn questions quickly,” I snap, frustration bubbling as I clamp my legs together to give myself some relief. I’m tired of this stupid game. I want to be fucked well. “As you wish,” First Guy says, and I hate the triumphant look on his face. “Where is your secret hideout?” “Station Grey. Atlai Mountains.” “Good girl,” First Guy praises, smacking a kiss on my lips. “On your knees,” he commands as Thirst Trap spanks my ass.

'Let me tell you, Mista Teddy, bout de time de Tuareg ki'nap me out in de desert, an’ I haffi cross dat hole deset by me'self. And so he did, as Teddy's eyes glazed over, in part from the sleepy glow of the beer, for which he raised two fingers in the air to gesture for more, and in part because of all the tall tales Sèdonoudè told, he told this one most frequently, and in greater detail than the others. Maybe, thought Teddy, like all good stories, it was partly true.

Seemed like I was always in the habit of obeying him. Once I got over the initial nerves, the ride itself was exciting. Feeling the wind under my shirt and nip at my collar was amazing. Speeding past cars and in and out of traffic was also pretty dope. At the stoplight, I leaned down, my face dangerously close to Kai’s neck. He smelled like sweat, leather, and something like sin.

Mrs Mary, the twins mother said worriedly as she put the phone on loud speaker so that her husband will also hear their conversation. "Mummy Nora fell of the mountain." Lola answered sobbing badly. "What!? Oh my Gosh, how did this happened?" This time around it was James, their father who asked. "We were both playing around the mountain when Nora feet suddenly slip and she fell off the mountain, please come quickly and help her mum. We are at the mountain close to our house, hurry up please." Lola answered still crying. Soon ambulance and helicopter came down to the mountain, the helicopter went down to the bottom of the mountain and fly out with a bloody Nora.

“I dare you to kiss the person to your left for thirty seconds. With tongue.” The blond guy next to me grinned. Before I could overthink it, I turned and pressed my lips to his. He tasted like beer and mint. Our tongues met, slow and exploratory at first, then deeper. His hand rested lightly on my thigh. The circle whooped and clapped. When we pulled apart, my cheeks were burning and my nipples had tightened against my dress. The game escalated fast after that. A girl was dared to flash her tits. A guy had to grind on another guy for a full song. Then it was my turn again.

*** Writer’s POV: The youngsters gathered around their camp fire with marshmallows, mini hotdogs and chips. “So, who starts?” Matt mused. “Scary stories?” Saïda asked. “Heck no. What are we? Kids?” Matt laughed. “Freaky stories, Darling,” Brittany mused. “Right. The dirtiest and freakiest ones we’ve experienced individually and are ready to share with everyone,” Allison added with a laugh.