Short Fiction Stories Novels & Stories

My fingers slip into my shorts, inside my panties, and I begin to play with my clit. I lift up my shirt, my nipples poking out. I pull down my shorts so I could finger-fuck myself easier, closing my eyes, indulging in the p**n. Dipping my fingers inside, I swirl the wetness all over my clit and rub it faster and faster, imagining my hot step brother's mouth between my thighs, licking me and tasting me. I rock my body back and forth, thinking about his mouth. His head down there, taking what he wants and telling me how sweet my pussy is. Oh, God. I rub fast and faster. My hips roll, the skin of my nipples tightening in the cool air. I arch my neck back, slipping half my finger inside me and s

I stood up and hugged my husband, kissing his lips and bracing my hands around his back. “I love you so much and thank you for teaching me what love truly is. This is literally the shortest marriage I have ever been in and I apologize.” I said to him and kissed his cheeks, heading towards the closet to get my bag and my clothes. “You had sex with my little brother on our wedding day?” His voice echoed through the room and something broke inside of me. Hearing him say it like that was the worst feeling ever and I wanted to cry. Cry and runaway, a far as possible.

WARNING‼️ THIS STORY IS A PARANORMAL STORY 🔞 Chapter 1 My skin felt sticky from sweat as I peeled off my damp shirt and stepped closer to the tall antique mirror I had dragged out of the closet earlier. I wiped sweat from my neck and stared at my reflection, for a second everything matched. Then my reflection smiled a heartbeat after I did. My pulse jumped. I blinked hard and shook my head I was just tired that was all. I turned away to grab a towel but something made me glance back. My reflection stared at me, eyes darker, lips parted.

Aside from her however, three women were giggling to each other while watching their friend cry over catching her husband's infidelity. * I do apologize for not updating daily and I will try to update more. I hope you guys are enjoying this collection so far! I have other stories you guys can check out!^^

The library stood silent, its towering bookshelves casting long shadows under the dim overhead lights, a sanctuary of knowledge where I retreated to lose myself in words. I was introverted, my mind a labyrinth of intellect, but beneath my reserved exterior simmered a curiosity about my own hidden fantasies—erotic encounters in quiet, public spaces, a thrill I’d explored before with lovers past. My skirt brushed my thighs as I moved, a book in hand, the rustle of pages masking the quickening of my breath as I imagined being caught in passion here.

Khirad told her. Flashback ends*

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.

“Fuck—Sof—yes—” Lena’s hands fisted in auburn hair, pulling Sofia’s mouth harder against her tit while her other hand shoved up Sofia’s skirt. No panties—Sofia never wore them on “late nights.” Lena’s fingers found slick, swollen folds already dripping. She plunged two inside without warning; Sofia moaned around her nipple, hips jerking forward.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.