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She yelled. “Yes Ma’am.” Stella came and answered. “Are you deaf? Ive called your name twice!” “I'm sorry I was cleaning the windows” Stella answered in a low voice. “Whatever! Go and make 2 glasses of lemonade in 5 minutes and send Zac in my bedroom. Go! Hurry up!” Caroline commanded. Stella went and made 2 glasses of lemonade and went into the master bedroom along with Zac. I noticed Stella taking Zac with her to the master bedroom which didn’t happen often. I quickly ran and took my father along with me and stood outside the bedroom and peeped through the side of the door.

Jagger pov Round glasses, big doe eyes, sharp nose, small lips, freckles on the cheeks, petite frame and those boobs. I mean I've only seen them through her clothes but I bet they are plump and round. I can't get her out of my head. I can't stop thinking about her warm mouth around my cock. She will definitely make a good pet. I smiled, bouncing the stress ball off the wall. Smiling. I noticed I have been doing that a lot since yesterday.

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

📖(✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡ MIMO'S POV (｡❛ᴗ❛｡)📖 I could not sleep peacefully after what I had read in his email! He wanted me to create a ten thousand words short story, and it's romance. I don't have any idea right now, and no plots are coming to my mind. I check the time, and it's already 10 am. I didn't even type a single word on my laptop. I would like to know why he suddenly asked me to create a story!

She wasn't crying any longer. "Mummy?" I called out to her, she hummed in response. "I have a story for you. Would you like to hear it?" "Go on." "Remember when I was five and Tolani was seven? There was this day she took out the new doll you bought for me saying it was hers since she had lost hers and you bought us identical dolls. Normally, I would over look such things because those antics of hers were normal at the time, but I really loved that doll and I did not want to give it up for anything. I remember going on to report to you everything she had been doing to me, I was in tears by the time I ended my speech. The question you asked me was, 'why did you not tell me immediately these t

Cliques had been established already and I couldn't break in . At first, the other kids weren't always mean . They didn't call me names . They didn't bully me . It all started to get worse in the month of November when Ms. Adams , my teacher asked us to write about our favorite thing in the world . I wrote my favorite thing to be the ability to see the midnight black sky with the shinny stars . It was a whole three page essay mixed with lots of emotions but the other kids considered it nonsense . While the teacher read my essay to the class they laughed out loud pointing fingers at me .

One message: “Lavatory. 1 hour. Door unlocked.” I stared at the screen for a long moment. Then I typed back: “Make it 45 minutes.” I hit send. He didn’t reply. But when I glanced forward again, he was smiling—just a small, dangerous curve of his lips. I spent the next forty-five minutes edging myself under the blanket—slow circles on my clit, fingers dipping inside, stopping every time I got close. My pussy was swollen, aching, dripping. My thong was useless now—sodden, pushed to the side.

she said. "Five? You were really able to write stories at five? I must have been just learning alphabets at five. Talking about alphabets, if I were able to rearrange the alphabets I would put U and I together," he said, the smirk making its way back to his face. She took in a deep breath and started counting from ten to one "Okay okay, couldn't help it, " he raised his hands in surrender. "So tell me about this story you wrote at five," he asked/

said Betty. She unzipped her handbag and took out a flyer Marietta had given her. "Look, this is the competition I'm talking about. It's a short story contest that will be announced to the public in a few days. "However, this contest is a last-minute thing being held in Marietta's honor, so the timing is very rushed. They want submissions next month. "Take a look and see if you want to participate in it. Your short story is only about a few thousand words long anyway."

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it