Short Books Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 Vanessa’s POV. I woke up to that empty side of the bed again, sheets cold as fuck where David should’ve been. Another goddamn work trip, gone before the sun even thought about rising. The house felt too quiet and too big, like it was pressing in on me from every wall. I threw on a simple tank top that rubbed against my bare tits and soft cotton shorts that clung to my ass, no bra, nipples already stiff from the morning chill.

His shorts. She then brought it out; it was full, hard, and throbbing. She took her time to feel it against her palm; the thought of having such a long and mighty dick inside of her scared the shit out of her, but she was determined, so very much determined to finally have a taste of him. “Rosita!!!” Both of them immediately released each other, jumping up to their feet. Eugene's dick immediately went flaccid and back into its formal nature as he immediately raised his shorts back to his waist. Wondering who it was that had bumped into her house unannounced and without any notification.

The home office had lots of built in book shelves that we would put them on when we moved to the new house. I leaned on the door frame and watched her work. She had her hair piled on top of her head with no make up. She wore a tiny pair of short shorts and a thin tank top on. It was in the 80's which was spring in South Florida. I licked my lips when she bent over to arrange something inside one of the boxes. Her butt cheeks poked out a little and I reached down to adjust myself.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

CONFESSING MY NEEDS TO THE HOT BARTENDER Aurora's POV I stepped into the exclusive club in my skimpy black dress that only stopped below my butt. The cleavage was not that open but the dress accentuated my curves. Making my curves even more pronounced. Red matte on my lips, minimal makeup and my wavy blond hair packed in a messy bun with a stiletto heel on my feet. I glanced around the club, looking for my man for the night but I was unimpressed.

she demanded. “No, I didn’t see them,” I replied. “Aauugghh, fine!” she stammered as she slammed her book closed and tossed it on the recliner as she got up to go in the house. I stood there for a minute not sure what to do. I looked down and saw my shorts clinging to my legs. I was wearing these volleyball shorts that also had a liner in them for swimming. They were cool except that when they got wet they stuck to my body, which was embarrassing when my dick shriveled up and showed through my shorts after I had been swimming.

Her caption read: First Saturday in Colorado and I survived! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Back home in Oklahoma, Tony lay in bed in his tiny apartment, the glow of his phone cutting through the darkness. The ping of a notification jolted him. He opened F******k, and there she was—Shortcake, looking happy, surrounded by new faces. She’d only been gone four days, but seeing her like this made it feel like a lifetime. Toby hit the like button, staring at the screen for a moment longer. This is what he wanted for her, right? Happiness. Friends. A life beyond home. He set his phone aside, rolled over, and fina

“Sadie, I came to see you because you’ve been with Isaac longer than anyone else. But so what? Do you really think you’re that special to him? “Sure, he's good to you.” She said dismissively, “But he’s good to me too. And from what I’ve heard, he was generous and gentle with all his ex-lovers as well. Some people are just born without a heart. Because they don’t truly care, they can afford to treat everyone the same. You’re only fooling yourself because you’ve been by his side the longest.” Suddenly, I found the whole situation ironic. “If I’m really that insignificant to him, why did you come all the way here to see me? You’re acting awfully eager to stake your claim, Grace. It sounds like