Short Criminal Stories Novels & Stories

Ethan The neon sign outside the small storefront flickered softly—Madame Elara: Tarot, Visions & Destiny—and I stood there for almost five minutes, briefcase heavy in my sweaty palm, heart hammering like I’d just run a marathon. I’d noticed it only this morning on my way back from the office. The place looked new; the paint was still fresh, the curtains deep crimson. No one I knew had mentioned her before. Maybe that’s why I finally pushed the door open. Stupid, really. But after another lonely weekend spent jerking off to videos I was too embarrassed to admit I watched, the question wouldn’t leave me alone: Would I ever have a girlfriend?

“Just allowing momentary personality leaks.” “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” She didn’t respond. But her smile, small, real, fleeting, was all the reply he needed. Later that evening, they played a game Joy called “Quickfire Honesty.” The rules were simple: ten random questions, ten seconds to answer each. No overthinking. Just say the first thing that comes to mind. “Favorite meal?” she asked, glancing at her watch to count down. “Anything with noodles,” Juda replied without hesitation.

I stopped mid-sentence, whilst telling Maha some story about my clinic; when I heard Sahar baji ask. "Uh..." That was the only thing that came out of my mouth combined with the utter blank look. "Yeah Noor. How many poor guys have you rejected so far?20? 30? 40???" Maha asked with a teasing grin. I turned my gaze away sheepishly.

He’d caught me using it once, and he stayed angry about it for almost a week. I promised I wouldn’t use it again. I even threw away the one I had, like that would somehow seal the promise shut. But then his trips became more frequent… and that promise started to feel less like something real and more like something I said just to calm him down. I grabbed my phone from my nightstand and dropped onto the bed. I yanked my soaked panties down my thighs, and spread my legs wide. I unlocked my phone and opened the hidden folder where I kept a bunch of sex videos. I played one where a man was fucking a blonde-haired woman doggy style.

She pinched my hard nipple, rolling it between her fingers, and I arched into her with a whimper. “Fuck, Emma,” she breathed against my lips. “You’re so responsive. So wet already, aren’t you?” I was. My tiny shorts were soaked, the crotch clinging to my shaved, puffy pussy lips. I nodded, kissing her harder, our tongues tangling sloppily. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jake stand up. He shoved his shorts down, and his thick, veiny cock sprang free—long, heavy, the head already glistening with precum. He wrapped his big hand around it and started stroking slowly, watching us with dark, burning eyes.

I hated the feel of sand between my toes but i was not in the mood to have sand in my green Clarkes. I heard shorty groan under the weight of the tightly wrapped packages. Ground coffee beans had been mixed with scotch bonnet pepper seeds to throw off the scent of the Narc dogs just in case and it made Shorty's eyes run and he groaned and bitched and sneezed. His saliva splashed in my face as he relieved himself again. i swore under my breathe as i wiped my face . "Shorty if you do that one more time. I swear my 9mm will be doing your Covid19 test"

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And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

This big boss was supposed to look down on Uea for being too clumsy~ until the drunken main character who rejected Theo seduced the big boss to bed! It was really a filthy short story... 'But isn't that why I'm here?' 'I love filthy short stories the most!' Uea laughed wickedly. The door opened, and Ryan returned with a cup of water. After drinking the water, Uea knew there was no chance to touch or eat, so he left the office and returned to sleep in his office. Later in the evening, he received a call from Ryan, who wanted Uea to accompany him to meet a business partner in a bar.

BEFORE YOU READ You have ten seconds to run. Tropes: Forced proximity, size difference, breeding kink, and primal chase play. This story features a fugitive criminal fueled by adrenaline and testosterone invading your safe space. Expect dirty talk, roughness, and intense possessiveness. (***) Belle I never should have opened the door to fear. Or maybe, deep down, I was always waiting for it.