Short Novels Novels & Stories

Sophie pov I took off my skirt and slowly traced lines on my panties, not taking my eyes off the magazine, slowly flipping it to the next page. My breathing grew faster. It was an up-close picture of the woman having her pussy licked by the man. Fuck, I couldn't tease myself any longer. I pulled my panties to one side and slipped a finger into my pussy.

Chapter One: Soft Moans The bonfire had died down to glowing embers by ten-thirty. The kids, eighty-something tenth- and eleventh-graders from Elites High, were finally zipped into their sleeping bags inside the cluster of army tents we’d pitched along the clearing. Ghost stories had turned to giggles, then yawns, then silence. Díckson and I had done the last sweep together: flashlights sweeping across canvas walls, counting heads, making sure no one had snuck off to smoke or worse.

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.

~Liliana~ The ride back to my tiny apartment feels like stepping off one planet and landing on another. The fancy estate with its perfect green lawns disappears as I stare through the window, replaced by potholed streets, flickering street lamps, and buildings that look like they are one storm away from falling apart. When the black car finally stops in front of my building, I mumble a quick thanks to the driver and slip inside before I can change my mind. The stairwell hits me with that familiar mix of old takeout grease and damp, moldy carpet. My key jams in the lock like it always does, fighting me for a few seconds before it finally turns. Home sweet home.

I removed it completely and tied it around her wrists, before pining it above her head. "Do you have any idea how long I have been waiting for you?" I growled as my tongue swirled around her tempting collarbone. Begging me to mark my territory but I managed to hold myself back. "I didn't mean to keep you waiting." She whispered, blue eyes boring deep into mine. "But you did." I hissed, yanking her shorts down to her ankle along with her thong. "You made me imagine how it would feel buried deep inside of you for hours."

The first volume of Strange Short Stories is now available on a****n as an ebook and physical book! Why should I buy it if I can read for free here? -The book on a****n has an extra chapter and illustrations that are not available on wenovel or goodnovel. The book on a****n contains corrected and improved versions of all the stories, leading to a whole new reading experience! (I'm sorry to leave you with the old version, but I preferred not to get rid of the originals!)

I would then watch some milf p**n and get off before I went to bed. Opening my eyes, I cleared my mind and re-read the first half of the story. I then started to type. The first few sentences were forced, but as time went on, I caught on and my fingers started to blur across the keyboard. As always when I wrote I became immersed in the story and got more into than I had thought I would. When I typed the words "The End" I sat back and after rubbing my tired eyes was surprised to see it was ten fifteen.

Every so often the wind howled and the whole cabin creaked. After the second drink, the tension changed. Rachel had shed her sweater. She wore a tight thermal shirt that showed off full tits and a narrow waist. She caught me looking and didn’t call me on it. Instead she stretched her legs out toward the fire, socks off, toes wiggling. “This is ridiculous,” she said with a half-smile. “Two strangers trapped in a cabin like some bad romance novel.” “Could be worse,” I replied. “You could snore.”

Mirelle “Oh goodness lord,” My hands trembled as I clutched the summons letter, the black wax seal broken but its weight still crushing me. Nocturne. The name alone sent chills down my spine, a whispered curse in the underbelly of the city where debts were not paid in money but in flesh. I, Mirelle Kane, had borrowed from the wrong people. A desperate loan to save my mother's medical bills, and now the collectors demanded repayment in the most intimate way possible. One night at Nocturne, where I would be auctioned to the highest bidder, my body the currency to settle the score.

she paused for effect, "fun." Bill zoomed the lens and scanned across the guy's shorts. The ones on either side were bulging, but the middle guy's cock was pulsating in his blue shorts. The camera panned out again in time for Ann to ask if they would mind dropping their shorts and showing her their willies. The guys obliged, dropping their shorts one by one. One average, one a little shorter but thick, and one a little longer but not so thick. "hmmm." Ann said as if in thought. "I could certainly have some fun with these lovely looking cocks. What would the three od you do with me if I opened the door for you?"