Short Fiction Books Novels & Stories

Hello Forbidden Love Stories Readers and Fans. I like to know what kind of story or tales would you like in this book next. I was thinking to go back to our starting days of the FLS sensual short stories of 1-3 chapters. If you agree, Like this chapter and leave comments and your opinions. I have many amazing full of lust and love short stories ready to go live for you guys. These are all my personal favorite premium short stories which I have been saving for days and it is time this gold comes to light to meet the readers.

Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy. There are no happily-ever-afters in this story. It's about the rush of the present, the energy of the moment, and what happens when two bodies naturally give in to it. Thus, locate a peaceful area, turn down the lights, and get ready. This is indulging, not just reading. With desire, Author. AUTHOR'S NOTE Writing Tales of Instant Lust was a delightful diversion into wild fantasies, unrestrained cravings, and unforgiving heat. Every story in this collection was written to be quick, intense, and relaxed, for readers who want to jump right into the act

The fluorescent lights in the 24-hour laundromat sounded like they were dying. One of them flickered every few seconds, throwing a weak strobe over the rows of scarred white machines. It was 1:17 a.m. The place smelled like cheap detergent, hot metal, and the faint sour edge of someone else’s forgotten gym clothes.

I stood up and held the table's divider while looking over at the boy and girl that were about to drive me insane with their fornication in a prestigious place such as a library. Libraries were meant for smart people, brilliant people who were trying to embrace their full academic potential and become the next big person in history. Not for people who wanted the thrill of testing their ability to make out in silence and distracting the rest of the clearly sensible people. “Do you two mind? Some of us actually come here for important busin—” I stop halfway in my whispered complaint when my eyes landed on the boys huge veiny dick grabbed tightly in the brunettes fist. His hand was underneath h

The whole library felt massive and empty now, with the rows of shelves casting long shadows that seemed to swallow up the space. My heart started pounding hard in my chest as I pulled out my phone, finding that video I’d taken last week. There she was on the screen, bending over to grab a book that had fallen on the floor, her round ass pressing right up against the fabric of her skirt, the shape of her thick thighs showing clear in the dim light. I leaned back against one of the shelves in the far corner, away from everything, and my free hand went straight to my zipper, tugging it down.

When I stopped, I was breathless. "I think I'm broken," I whispered. "No," he finally said. "You're not broken. You're human. But you are... dangerous." "Dangerous?" "To him. To anyone lucky enough to haunt your dreams." The booth felt too small. Too warm. My fingers curled around the edge of the seat. He leaned closer. Shadows moved behind the screen. "Would you come back next week?" "Why?" "Because I want to hear more. I want to know what happens next."

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.

I crawl into bed, the images replaying behind my closed eyelids—his thick cock, the way the girls rode him, the dirty talk that made my own pussy throb. Morning arrives with a thin slice of sunlight peeking through my blinds. I stretch, feeling a pleasant soreness between my thighs, and shuffle to the kitchen for a glass of water. As I pass the front door, I notice a faint scuff on the wooden floor and a faint, familiar scent—something rich, earthy, like red wine.

For example, I’m warm and well-fed. The relief doesn’t last long because the door swings open, and a man enters. He looks like trouble dressed in quiet. Broad shoulders under a dark shirt, sleeves pushed to his forearms, and veins tracing the length of his hands like faint shadows. His posture is relaxed, but there’s a tension underneath it, which ignites something in me.

* She moaned softly, thighs pressing together around her hand, the pressure coiling tight. Jax's parting words echoed *Drop your dirtiest reading experience* and she did, typing one-handed: *This story? Made me cum reading it on the toilet at work, panties in my mouth to stay quiet. Now living it. Your turn.* Submissions poured in: a woman detailing her first anal in a club bathroom, the burn and fullness making Zelda's untouched ass clench in curiosity; a guy confessing to jerking off in the car to a similar tale, cumming so hard he stained the seat; couples sharing how they'd role-played it, her riding him reverse while reading aloud, both shattering together.