Novel & Cerita Short Fiction Stories

That was all he said as he took his briefcase and made his way out of the house while I watched him leave helplessly. “I could be good for you.” I whispered in frustration and stomped my feet before clearing the table and dumping them in the sink. I spent the rest of the day as usual, stealing Nick's shirt and hiding it in my room so that I could fuck myself to it at night. When 6 PM struck, I got a text from Mom with a message that had me sighing in despair. Mom: “There's unfortunately too much work. I think I'll be home by midnight. Or in the morning. Take care baby, xoxo.”

"Please, Edwin, put it in me. Now!" I stripped off my clothes with urgent movements, my nine-inch shaft springing free, fully engorged and throbbing. Sarah’s eyes widened as she looked at it, her breath hitching. She had heard about it, but seeing it in the flesh was different. She looked intimidated, yet her pussy pulsed with an invitation she couldn't ignore.

I collapsed onto my back, my chest heaving, one forearm slung over my eyes to block out the dim glow from the city lights through the blinds. “Fuck,” I whispered to the dark ceiling. Seven months. It had been seven months since a man had touched me. The last one—Mark, the architect with the nice smile and wandering hands—had lasted three dates before he “realized he wasn’t ready for commitment.” Translation: he’d met someone easier. Before him there was Daniel, who cried after sex because he missed his ex. Before that, Ethan, who ghosted me after I mentioned wanting kids someday. The pattern was exhausting.

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.

I never thought a stupid prank by my so-called friends would change everything. It was supposed to be harmless. A silly dare during a weekend hangout at my house while Mom was away visiting her sister. They tied my wrists with fuzzy handcuffs to the headboard, spread my legs with soft ropes to the bedposts, and left me in nothing but a tiny tank top and no panties. “Just for ten minutes,” they laughed, snapping pictures before running downstairs to “hide” and wait for my reaction.

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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!

She loves what James does to her body until she feels something inside her womanhood is about to explode. James accelerated his tongue's movement in and out of Antonette's femininity even more, causing Antonette to reach the peak finally. Antonette thought that was the end, that it was already over. Still, she was surprised when James suddenly came over her again, raised both hands and gripped her fingers tightly, kissed her torridly, and rubbed his manhood against her womanhood, causing her to moan again.

~ END ~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Poker Game”

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