Short Storys Novels & Stories

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.

There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her. “My favorite one was the story about the daughter that goes on a Road Trip with her daddy,” Franny crooned. As she said it, her eyes glanced up at Bob and I saw a crooked grin wash across his face. “Yes. I like that story too,” Bob growled softly. “It made me appreciate our motor coach in a whole new light,” he chuckled.

The old Victorian house on the hill had always felt haunted by secrets. This summer, it held new ones. My cousin Mia and I were staying with Uncle Victor while our parents traveled through Europe. At 23 and 25, we told ourselves it was just practical—free rent, a quiet place to finish our grad school projects. But the moment Uncle Victor opened the door, shirt unbuttoned at the collar and that familiar hungry look in his eyes, we both knew the real reason we’d come.

Mei. They moved like they had been waiting for this exact moment all day. No hesitation. No shame. Their bodies were still marked from their own interviews: Sophia’s breasts streaked with dried cum, Lila’s skin painted in burgundy smears, Tara’s thighs red from the flogger, Mei’s ass still glistening from where I had filled her earlier. They did not cover themselves. They did not look away. They came to me with open hunger, shameless and bold.

I was so close already, my walls clenching around his thick cock, when the office door suddenly burst open. A nerdy girl from our class, with glasses, messy bun, was clutching her assignment, as she stood over there frozen, her eyes wide with shock as she took in the sight of me bent over the desk with Professor Harlan’s cock buried deep inside my pussy.

The end of the story is not the end of the wanting. I still work late. I still stay until the floor empties. I still feel my pulse quicken when I hear the soft hum of the copy machine down the hall. And every single time I walk into that small room to print a document I remember the exact moment Nathan first pushed inside me, the exact stretch, the exact heat, the exact way the world narrowed to the two of us and the risk and the wet sounds of him fucking me where anyone could have walked in. I remember the security guard. I remember Claire’s knowing smile. I remember Richard Vaughn’s carefully blank expression as he set the documents down and walked away. I remember every near-miss, every c

“Good girl. But we’re not done yet. Mom won’t be back until tonight.” He fed me the sandwich he bought for me…. End of book 38

She untied me quickly and pulled me into her arms, kissing me softly for the first time that night. “You did so good, baby,” she whispered, stroking my hair. “But we’re not finished yet…”

I smile at my daughter and say, “Over medium, please.” Then she looks at Gabriel, fighting a smile. “Can you eat better than you can dance?” The girls erupt into laughter, and Gabriel holds his hands up in defeat. “Look at it this way, ladies: I gave you a great story.” Britanya looks between me and Gabriel and winks. “Doesn’t seem like the story’s over.”

Introduction: Grace was never supposed to become beautiful—certainly not overnight. A mysterious red fruit changes everything… and puts her in danger. As her life transforms, so do the people around her. Friends turn hostile. Secrets are watched, recorded, and stolen. Someone is determined to expose her at any cost—no matter how far they have to go. What begins as a fake relationship with the powerful and enigmatic Adrian Moore slowly blurs into something real. But when obsession escalates into crime and the past comes back with threats, one question remains: