Short Classics Novels & Stories

“We were just playing around at that point. I mean even I was laughing. What I didn’t realize at the time was that I had grown erect, and when she settled closer, she could feel my hard cock pressing against her through my shorts. Boom, baby!” I guffawed at the colorful description of Jordan’s own cock. “Oh puh-leease,” I giggled. “Don’t hate on me,” Jordan said, frowning. “Never mind, just finish the story.” “Well Lily laughs and shouts, ‘you've got a fucking boner!’” “People still use the word boner?” I questioned.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

I hated how wet I already was. “Fuck you,” I hissed, trying to keep my glare steady even as my hips started rolling on their own. “I still hate your guts.” Every grind made my shorts press tighter against my soaked panties. I could feel my juices starting to soak through, making the fabric slippery against his boxers. My clit throbbed with each pass and my breathing got faster. Kai laughed under his breath and tightened his grip, guiding me harder. “Look at you. Already creaming your shorts just from rubbing on your stepbrother’s cock. Bet that tight virgin hole is dripping down your thighs right now.”

Cade (14B): “Relax, princess. They’re just having fun. Don’t tell me you didn’t laugh at some of that.” Zara glared at the screen. Zara (12A): “This isn’t funny. Everyone thinks we’re some messed up couple.” Cade (14B): “Messed up? Sure. But couple? Not the worst idea.” Her breath caught. He couldn’t be serious. Zara (12A): “You are insane.” Cade (14B): “Insanely irresistible.” She let out a frustrated scream and chucked a pillow across the room. He was impossible.

"What about you? Since you've been here you haven't mentioned one guy you might be seeing back home, or even scoped out the merchandise when you're here at the pub." "I seem to have a knack for attracting losers. Not like your situation," she added quickly. "Mine are plain, old-fashioned jerks. I'm on a non-male diet." Sophia's lips widened into a smile, and she inclined her head toward the door. "I'd go off my diet if someone like that was served up to me."

I yelled. He kept shaking his head, muttering to himself like a madman, "Why did you break the mate bond? You swore you'd love me forever! Wait. This is just an act, isn't it? You're using him to test me, right? Well, congratulations, Amy. You win. Now come back to me, and I'll forget everything." Before I could say a word, Quincy sent Alan flying with a single punch. "Stay the hell away from her, you clueless idiot!"

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Marcus sat back on his heels and wiped his mouth. Clara was panting and shaking. Her skirt was bunched around her waist. Her bare legs were spread wide. Her pussy was swollen and glistening with her juice and his spit. She looked at him with hazy, satisfied eyes. "That was just the beginning," Marcus said. He stood up and sat back in the seat next to her. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. Clara stared at it. It was huge. It was long and thick with veins running down the shaft. The head was swollen and dark. Precum leaked from the tip. It was the first real cock she had ever seen.

A couple had just moved into a small castle they'd recently purchased and were excitedly searching all the nooks and crannies. In a large underground room they found many empty barrels that had been drunk years ago,but one that appeared to be full. They immediately put a tap on it,and out poured delicious brandy. They drank and served it at parties, enjoying not only its flavour ,but the fact that it could have been hundreds of years old. Months later when the brandy stopped flowing,they noticed that the barrel was still too heavy to be empty. They cut it open with a saw,and found A SHRIVELLED CORPSE CURLED UP IN THE BOTTOM!

I'd taken countless forms of transport and walked miles, suppressing my fear while passing through a forest to get to him. However, all I'd gotten in return was a local telling me there wasn't any ancient tomb in the vicinity. All there was was a professor by the surname of Gray preparing for a traditional wedding at the old settlement with his lover. The preparations had started half a year ago.