Short Smut Stories Novels & Stories

Obviously, her true love came back. [Does anyone else think it's because the Simpson family's eldest son is disabled?] Very few people knew that I was mute. All these years, my parents had never allowed me to attend gatherings within our social circle. But the situation had grown too explosive this time. It didn't take long for netizens to piece things together from scattered clues. In an instant, I became the target of everyone's contempt. [He never accomplished much to begin with. The only thing he had going for him was that he looked decent. Who knew he was actually mute?]

I said to no one in particular but just ensured it was loud enough that everyone could listen to that but never that I was so jovial with them and took their words for nothing since they were Playboy's and am also a Playgirl. Afterwards, only one of them came closer to me and laid out some funny jokes which we laughed at in less than ten minutes the room turned into a room of laughter and excitement since all three were funny and nice to be with. It was so heartwarming how the brothers took them self I noticed the three had a secret handshake and that was great but we ladies had none of them I had to distract them intentionally.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

The walked up to me,without hesitation two went on their knees and one stood ,and Jamie dropped his pants to the ground ,standing there ,with his dick erect,and leaking precum,they all stared at me hungrily,I smiled satisfactorily. Let’s just hope they are as nasty as I would like. Want me to lick up all of James pre-cum,mommy?" Sam ,innocently but like he had done that many times,like he enjoyed it,He slowly took off the plain, white briefs he wore, exposing a trimmed groin glistening with his own fluids.,his dick a bit smaller than his brothers but still as girthy. “ Do you want too..baby?” I asked in a hushed but sexy tone,his eyes glistening with lust.

Thumb smeared the bead of liquid over the slit. "Fuck...Sandra.." His hips jerked. "Gonna make me come too soon if you keep that up." "I want you bare," I said, voice raw. "Want to feel every inch stretch me open." He froze for a second. Then nodded. "I'm clean. Tested last month. You?" "Clean. On the pill." I spread my legs wider. "Fuck me raw, Damon. Fill me up." A guttural sound tore from his throat.

“Look at you… three well-bred whores leaking my cum like broken fountains. The pizza is cold, but your cunts are nice and warm with my seed.” The girls lay there panting, bodies trembling, cum pouring from their ruined holes. Emma smiled weakly. “Best delivery ever… When can you come back and breed us again?” Jax smirked. “Anytime you sluts order. But next time, leave the door unlocked. I want to walk in and find three asses up and ready.”

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!

“I believe in you but what’s important is do you believe in yourself?” “I do.” “That’s what matters. As long as you believe in yourself, everyone’s opinions don’t matter.” “Do you think so?” “I know so.” “I have written a lot of short stories which i haven’t shown to anyone.” “Really?” “Yes.” “I would love to read them.” “I’m excited about the new story i thought of.” “What is it about?” “It’s about the most notorious crime family in Zambia.” “That sounds interesting.” “I don’t know where the idea came from but each and every day, it grows stronger,” Ludo smiled.

Amanda sat in her small apartment in Surulere after another long, boring day at the office. Twenty-four years old, with a tight athletic body from years of gym work — perky C-cup tits, a tiny waist that curved out into a fat, juicy ass that made men stare. She was tired. Tired of vanilla boyfriends who lasted five minutes and called it romance. She wanted to be used. Broken. Turned into something less than a person.