Short Stories To Read の小説・ストーリー

I didn't even wait to hear the rest of the sentence because the moment Kade's gaze left mine, I took to my feet and ran. I ran so fast to the room Lorena and I had been sharing that I could barely feel my legs hitting the carpet. By the time I reached the room, I hurriedly got inside and locked the door hard behind me, my breathing so loud in the quiet space. I hadn't realized how forcefully I'd locked it until I heard the echo nearly wake Lorena—she turned on the bed, making sleepy humming noises after I'd shut the door.

EMMA God, the air in the house felt thicker than the humid summer night pressing against the windows. I was still buzzing from dinner—too much wine, too many lingering looks, and way too much skin on display. I’m Emma, twenty-one, fresh out of college with a body I knew turned heads: tight, athletic from years of running and yoga, perky C-cup tits that loved showing off under thin tank tops, and an ass that filled out my tiny cotton shorts perfectly. But tonight, the real heat wasn’t coming from outside. It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake.

He gestured toward the narrow aisle between fiction and children’s books. “Storage wasted on that back room. And don’t get me started on the courtyard out back. Prime square footage doing nothing but growing weeds.” Before she could fire back, the kids started filing in for storytime, backpacks thumping as they dropped onto the colorful rug. Elena shot him a warning look and moved to the front. She picked up *The Adventures of Benny the Bookworm*, her voice shifting into the warm, animated tone she used for the little ones.

💦Fifteen Minutes of Sin 💦 Siren read the text again and let out a low, throaty laugh that sent a shiver straight down my spine. She was still straddling me, her leather corset pushed down, breasts exposed, and my cum slowly leaking from her well-fucked pussy onto my cock. “Fifteen minutes,” she purred, grinding slowly against me. “That’s plenty of time for a proper lesson, don’t you think?” “Siren… Mistress,” I breathed, already getting hard again despite having just cum. “My roommate will be here any second. We can’t…”

Easy access. The whole Uber ride to the coffee shop, I kept my thighs pressed together, acutely aware of how wet I was, how exposed I felt. Every bump in the road made the friction unbearable. I wanted to slide my hand between my legs and finish what I'd started last night, but I didn't. He'd told me not to come. So I wouldn't. Good little slut. Following Daddy's orders. I arrived at Brew Haven ten minutes early and ordered a latte I didn't want, just to have something to do with my hands. The coffee shop was busy—businesspeople on laptops, students studying, couples on dates. Normal people doing normal things.

“This is not supposed to be hard. I just basically asked you guys to act out a sex sceen that would be very hot. It also has to be very realistic and detailed like the way I wrote it down.” I stressed the last part out, holding my breathe and shutting my eyes. I counted to ten so that I would calm myself down but it was not working. I took off my big jacket and flung it to my side in anger, taking off the baggy scarfs that I wore too. “So can anybody tell me how to make things better?” I asked the ten casts, my eyes moving from each of their heads and my mind demanding an answer as soon as possible. Everywhere was very quiet.

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

“I have a book I think you might enjoy." "What is it about?" I asked him curiously. "Most servants can't read. I usually read for them." "It's a book of short stories. Most are fairy tales- Half-fish people want to be full people. A princess trying to beat her pre-destined fate. Children who are abandoned in the woods try to find their way home. There are several stories within the book." "Sounds interesting," I replied, watching Bart rejoin us. I got up quickly to help him with the trays.

Short terrifying stories that leave you insomnolent . . . definitely a must read to while away time and get sleepless with fear, hahaha. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy! While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”