Short Fiction Stories Novels & Stories

I experience a short reprieve as shorter brown haired man shoves him unconfidently out of the way. I’m very grateful, I must say, that this cock is quite a bit wider but far shorter at maybe only 4 inches. This little man couldn’t cover me in filth like the previous 7 inch cock, and I can’t help but beg for them to please, please destroy my body; to use me the way they would a streetwalker, a WHORE!

he panted, trying to get his breathing back to normal. ‎ ‎"Really? I've thought about taking your gym shorts off every morning when you walk past my house, but I could not bring myself to do or say anything" I whispered to his lips as he kissed me again. ‎ ‎"Well that makes two of us. I guess we could thank the heat wave, yeah" he added inbetween kisses. ‎

Omar looked at her face The moon was glimmered its luminous on her face while her nose pin shines through it, Her white teeth biting her bottom lip while her hair was softly flowing with breeze Omar didn't realize when he started leaning towards her, feelings his closeness to her, Hana fisted his shirt, her heart jumping in hr chest. "Hana!" When their lips was inches apart, Omar called her, to ask for permission. Hana hold onto his arm tightly, not having strength to open her eyes or nod her head. Two budding flowers in lawn faced each other as moon hide itself behind clouds to spread darkness. The End

You’re here to work. Inside the lighthouse the air smelled like coffee and woodsmoke and salt. He showed her the guest room — small, clean, a narrow bed with a window facing the open water. A shelf of books above it. She noticed that. Real books. Varied. Not what she expected from a man who’d chosen this kind of solitude. He told her the basic rules. Short sentences. No wasted words. She asked questions anyway, recorder ready in her hand. “Not yet,” he said when she lifted it.

"Antonette, wake up! It's already noon!" James said as he shook Antonette's sleeping body. Antonette's handsome and hot best friend, James Daniel Sarrosa, is the one she secretly admires. Yes, she has feelings for her best friend. Doesn't that sound cliche? But that is the truth. Antonette has been secretly in love with James for quite some time. And she doesn't know if James is naturally dense or if he is aware of her feelings but chooses to ignore them. Because, in reality, she's been sending him signals and signs, but her friend doesn't seem to notice. It's driving her crazy, and her patience is running out. "Hey! Come on; we're going to be late!" James yelled angrily as he continued to s

I don’t know how I'm going to make it home before I blow my load, or even worse, before someone notices my hard-on! I decide to make a quick pit stop at the town library and use the combination of their public toilets and the free Wi-Fi to relieve myself. I quickly lock the only cubicle in the men’s bathroom and sit down, I put my earphones in and immediately go to my phone's videos where I store a large amount of p**n. I quickly click play on one of my favourite screaming videos and start to jerk my 8” cock. I’m already ready to blow my load and the screaming and hot ladies aren’t helping. Suddenly I imagine Mrs Sinclar jerking me and it’s all too much as I shoot stream after stream of cum

It felt like invisible handcuffs were holding my wrists above my head and my ankles spread wide apart. Tears streamed down my face, my heart racing at the fact that I was completely trapped. “Guys! Something’s holding me down! Help! Something crazy's going on!!" My friends were still banging on the door, panicking. “Sophia? We’re trying to get in! Just hold on!” A foggy, shadowy figure materialized at the foot of the bed. Tall, dark, with glowing silver eyes. I knew it wasn't human, the shape was all wrong — too fluid with too many limbs shifting in the darkness.

The rain came crashing down without any warning, turning the quiet evening into a wild storm. I stood shivering outside my apartment door, arms wrapped tightly around my chest as cold water poured over me. My thin white tank top was completely soaked, clinging to my breasts and turning almost see-through. The cotton shorts stuck to my hips and thighs like a second skin. I had only stepped out for a second to throw the garbage, but the automatic lock clicked shut behind me. My phone, keys, everything was trapped inside.

I began, my voice shaking a little at first. “It started about a year ago and it just keeps getting worse. I get these waves of uncontrollable arousal all the time, even when I’m not thinking about sex at all. My pussy just starts getting wet, really fucking wet, like I’m in heat or something. Sometimes I’m sitting in class trying to focus on a lecture and suddenly I feel it start dripping down my thighs. I have to excuse myself and run to the bathroom just to wipe up or change my panties before it soaks through my clothes. And the wet dreams… every single night. I wake up humping my pillow like a desperate little slut, sheets completely soaked underneath me, my clit throbbing so hard it act

A quiet call he could not explain. He stopped near a small clearing where a stream ran over smooth stones. The water looked cold and clear. Leo knelt down and splashed his face. The chill woke him up but it also made his skin tingle in a strange way. He looked around. The trees seemed thicker here. The air felt heavier like it carried secrets. He had heard stories about this part of the forest. Old tales from the village people said that on full moon nights beasts walked between the trees. Men who went in never came back the same. Leo did not believe those stories but still his heart beat a little faster.