Short Cute Stories Novels & Stories

'When life gives you a Lemon, make Lemonade.' Somewhere around a mountain: A little girl of about 10 years old was seen crying as she quickly dialed a number from her phone. On the third ring it was picked. "Hello mummy." Lola said in tears. "Yes, what is it? Why are you crying? You and Nora aren't back from the walk you both took one hour ago." Mrs Mary, the twins mother said worriedly as she put the phone on loud speaker so that her husband will also hear their conversation.

she continued. "I think it might be slightly injured. I can smell a faint scent of blood." The more attractive lady said after taking in another sniff of the cold air. "Oh?! That's great." Shorty said and exploded with speed into the distance. "I still don't understand how he is able to move that fast with those short legs." Slim said as he picked up speed, choosing to run at a steadier pace alongside the two ladies. He intended to conserve his energy in preparation for the upcoming battle for money. That's not to say they were moving slowly. They were actually moving faster than regular athletes at top speed.

My breath came short and broken. Fingers dipped inside me. Shallow. They curled just enough. Then they pulled out. Slick and shining. One woman held them up. “Look how wet she is,” she said. Her voice sounded reverent. “Human cúnt feels different. So soft. So tight.” They laughed quiet. They kept touching. Stroking. Teasing. Mouths moved on my neck. My shoulders. My bréasts. Tongues flicked. Teeth grazed. They always stopped short. Never enough to let me fall.

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.

The sun is very hot out here so I pick up some lotion and rub it on my body so as not to get burnt and look like a cooked lobster in the end! I don't have emails so I just play a game for a while and when I get bored of that i put my tablet away and pick up my romance novel i was reading. Half way through the book though I drift away into a peaceful slumber. After spending an hour or so in the water Conor comes back and puts his cold hands on my body making me heal up. "What the hell Conor??" I yell at him and he only smirks smugly with an innocent face!.....devil!

"What killed you, foolish boy? what can you be talking about? But I'll half-kill you if you don't hurry out of this and come to your supper. I really believe you are getting too lazy to eat. The idea of sleeping the whole afternoon under that turtle's belly!" bamboo, not yet fully awake, stumbled out of the tablet room, and his father locked the iron doors. "So, that's the end of the story. You listened carefully, didn't you?" He asked the children. It's still early in the morning for these stories, my god it's so sleepy. "Sister Vee, it's your turn to tell the story!" They said. "H-Ha? What oum, Kuya James first oh, he has a lot of stories with you today." I said.

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While the teacher read my essay to the class they laughed out loud pointing fingers at me . The laughter intensified when the teacher read the part about me sipping hot cocoa and talking to my golden retriever . Some called me stupid while others said I needed to see a doctor to check if everything was alright in my head . At this point the teacher could not control the class . She gave up and they continued throwing words at me . I was at the brick of tears that was until a guy from behind my chair moved forward and held my hand , he consoled me . He was the first person to do that after Louisiana had left . For the first time I felt someone other than my parents and Louisiana cared . He we

By sunset, that ache had turned into a throbbing, dripping need. No boyfriend. No rules. Just seven days to be a greedy, horny slut. I grabbed the resort tablet and opened the Concierge app. Private Companions. I selected exactly what I wanted: Male. Very tall. Extremely muscular. Hung like a fucking horse. Expert tongue and stamina. No limits. One night. I hit submit, already soaked. Thirty minutes later, a firm knock sounded at the door. I opened it and felt my pussy clench at the sight of him.

But these two idiots just had to compete on who would gift the restaurant a bit of 'charity money'. "Do you two understand what shame means at all?" the blonde upbraided, hands akimbo. "Does shame pay the bills?" Kingsley asked, a brow raised. "Shame doesn't exist in my world. In my world, if licking dog shit publicly is gonna get one a higher-up's absolute trust, he doesn't hesitate," "I see," Sean nodded sagely. Then he just went upstairs to shower. Who knew these two would come to join him completely naked? A little banter soon morphed into an intense fuck session in the shower, each one taking turns to fuck Sean in different styles.