Short Novels Novels & Stories

Chapter 2: Finger fucking in class I walked into Professor Harlan’s lecture hall the next morning wearing my shortest skirt yet, my heart pounding with excitement. I had no panties underneath, it was just my smooth, bare skin that was already getting slick from the thrill of what I planned to do. After yesterday’s little show in Blake’s office, I knew I had his attention, and now I was going to push him further.

Especially Jake and Tyler. They were the closest to my brother. They were also the ones who gave me wet dreams. I noticed the way their gazes lingered on my legs whenever I wore shorts, the way they intentionally brushed past me whenever we passed each other in the kitchen. The tension was electric and I didn't know what to do with all that without seeming desperate. So like the normal person I was, I found solace in watching p**n. It was my guilty pleasure that no one knew about. And I didn't intend to let anyone know that I got myself off by watching other people getting fucked.

"Give me a second," Ruth-Ann gasped, jumping up like she'd been burned. She stumbled toward the door, her legs shaking so hard she nearly fell. She yanked it open to see a tall, blonde boy standing there. He was wearing a pastel polo shirt with the collar popped and khaki shorts that looked freshly pressed. He was currently running a comb through his perfectly styled hair, looking like he belonged somewhere far more expensive than her front porch. "Babe, I've been texting you all evening. Sup?"

We never got to see how they lived happily though, but the smile in the last scene after which the The End, flew or swivelled or zoomed in, made it obvious. Nisim did tell me later that The Thief was a short story and short stories ended that way! It was five pages long, much longer than the stories in the book Deuta had gifted me on my eleventh Birthday – Aesop’s Fables – the stories in this book were never more than two pages. And always with a moral at the end. The Thief didn’t have a moral – that was the best part though – I never liked memorizing morals. But the thing was, my brother was calling the longest story I had read till then, a short story! By then, though, I had some idea of a

The girls are sitting on the sofa watching an episode of an animated comedy with plates on their laps and two mostly full pizza boxes on the table in front of them. “We brought a plate in for you,” Selina tells me looking around at me with a smile. “Thank you,” I say walking over to the sofa and sitting in the only spot left, right next to Selina. I can’t help but steal glances at Selina as we sit and eat, laughing at the animated antics on TV, She is wearing pyjamas just like Clarissa is, but Selina’s pyjamas consist of a pair of tiny short shorts and a big baggy T-shirt. Her tan legs are long and look so smooth and I have images of me burying my face between them flash through my mind, I h

The way his eyes lingered on my legs when I came down for coffee in my tiny sleep shorts. The way he said my name, his scent; he smelled of sawdust, sweet and somehow masculine—when he passed me in the hallway. I shouldn’t have been thinking about him like this. But God, I was. My hand slid down my stomach, fingertips brushing the soft skin just above my mound. I was already wet, I could feel the slick heat between my thighs even before I touched myself. With a slow breath, I parted my legs a little wider, the cool breeze kissing my exposed pussy. My fingers dipped lower, gliding over my swollen lips, parting them gently.

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

"And we're not actually a family complication. We're just two adults who fell for each other." "An unconventional relationship." "Very unconventional," he agreed. "But some of the best things are."

Forever. End of book 36

Shit. That felt nice.My back arched, following his mouth.“Desperate little slut.” His tongue swirled around the bud, making me moan. “Is that what you wanted?”“Yes.” I groaned when the sharp end of his tongue flicked against my hard skin. New feelings filled my mind, and fireworks of sensations exploded behind my eyelids. My skin was burning and only he could put it out.“Yes, what?” His teeth grazed my nipple, making me go insane.“Yes, sir.” Just as the words left my mouth, I felt him sucking my nub. I meowed and raised my chest, my head growing hazy from the sensation.His lips left my breast. “Open,” he commanded, and I obeyed, opening my mouth wide so he could put his fingers in there.Only