Short Fiction Adults Novels & Stories

My fingers shivered as I submitted my creative writing piece to her. I prayed this time she wouldn't criticize my work again and force me into one of those dreaded makeup tests that I always had to take alone, which I hate so much. The manuscript felt weighted with my hidden thoughts, yet I'd managed to capture them on paper. I had poured my most secret longings into this narrative easily after watching my roommate shower, their skin glistening with water. That's when the concept for my story began to form for me.

No matter how hard I tried to think of something else, my mind dragged me back to the sight of him earlier, the way his shirt stretched over his chest, the warmth of his voice when he said, “No problem, aunty.” I reached for my phone, desperate for distraction, I logged into a p**n site where I watched two men drilled a woman mercilessly. A cock in her mouth and a cock in her dripping pussy ramming into her with rigor. I inserted two fingers in my already dripping pussy increasing the pace to match with the movement of the men cocks my moan filled the room but it did nothing to quench the fire of desire in me. A real cock is all I need. I tiptoed quietly down the hallway, my heart racing in

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

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. Downstairs the smell of coffee hit me hard and I heard Liam before I even saw my twenty-year-old son loud and excited, talking nonstop about his all-day gaming marathon with his online crew, his voice carrying through the kitchen like he owned the morning. Ryan came down right after, Liam’s cocky best friend who was crashing here for the whole summer. Shirtless, sweatpants slung low on his hips, the thick outline of his cock hanging heavy and obvious, the fat head pressing against the gray fabric every time he moved.

Hi, everyone! This is Curvy Writes, and first things first: I need to take a deep, dramatic bow and then just collapse on the nearest couch. Because, people, we did it! I just want to say a massive, soul-hugging, confetti-tossing THANK YOU to every single one of you who has been reading my short story, "In Her Skin." Seriously, from the bottom of my slightly exhausted but extremely grateful heart, thank you. You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for.

She wanted everyone to know that while the holy Father was dead, the town harlot was very much alive. Beside her stood Ruth-Ann. At eighteen, she was a masterpiece of untapped potential. While her friends spent their weekends getting sweaty in the backseats of trucks, Ruth-Ann had remained a fortress. Even with her boyfriend, Dante Grimes, the school's golden boy, she felt nothing but polite boredom. She glanced at her phone, seeing his latest text: 'So what do you say? Are you in or not?' Of course she wasn't in. The thought of Dante's mouth on her pussy made her stomach turn with a dry, clinical distaste. Why would people partake in such a disgusting act?

I walked close to the shelf, reaching my hand up to grab the packet but my hand didn't reach it. "Fuck being short!" I grunted getting on my tippy toes but my hand didn't even graze the packet. I guess I will have to jump, I jumped up and this time my hand grazed the packet but it only pushed it more away from me. Just as I was about to give you and just settle for the ice cream alone, a rigid warm body pressed me into the counter. I closed my eyes as I could literally feel every hard abs of his on my back.

~ Shine ~ I’m Shine, a 25-year-old woman who hasn’t had a stable income for the past two years. And honestly… I needed money. Badly. My rent was due in two weeks. My car had just broken down. And the small part-time job at the café? It wasn’t even close to enough. I was barely surviving at this point. So when the agency called with a last-minute tutoring gig for an eighteen-year-old boy who needed help with literature and history, I jumped at it. Two hours a day, and I will be working five days a week, and damn, they pay well. It sounded perfect.

His ass felt sore in a good way. Ronan turned off the shower finally. The sudden quiet felt loud. They dried off with rough towels. Their eyes kept meeting. Small smiles appeared. The danger made it exciting. The underground fight club upstairs continued with its noise. But down here, something new had begun between them. Something special. Luke got dressed slowly. His clothes stuck to his damp skin. Ronan watched him. His muscular body still looked powerful even after the hard fuck. Luke felt a fresh twitch in his cock at the sight.

Ace raised his head, and I quickly dropped my gaze to the book in my hand, adjusting my reading glasses. “You're so wet for your stepbrother, you little slut,” Jeff grunted in Katie's ears as he slipped a hand inside her core. She whimpered under his touch, clenching around those thick fingers like it was her lifeline.” I adjusted myself on the couch as my insides squirmed from what I'd just read. I imagined Jeff's dialogue as Ace's and the thought of it made heat spread across my skin. In a fit to suppress what I was feeling, I brought my legs together.