Novel & Cerita Short Strange Stories

The dark skinned man lazily rose up and he lifted me up right with the chair . The strange huge looking man turned his face towards me and I saw a deep scar running across his left cheek . He was kind enough to tell me that I shouldn't bother taking note of his face because I'll be killed when he was done with me. I noticed a glint in his eyes as he observed me. I realized I was in trouble. The type of trouble reserved for the weaker race ,women. He looked down at me for some time and shuffled out of the room banging the door after him . I was left with the tall skinny man in the room now. I heard the sound of a vehicle driving off.

He saw the way my thighs were twitching, the way the heat was flashing across my face, and the way I was standing there with my skirt bunched in my hand. Then I saw it. His cock was thick and long, already half-hard and visibly growing beneath the fabric of his gray sweats. The tip was straining against the waistband, and it was obvious he wasn't wearing any underwear. My breath caught in my throat. My pussy clenched so hard and so suddenly that I had to cross my legs just to stay standing. "I had… a problem," he said. His voice was low, vibrating in the small space and laced with something dangerous. "Down there."

The lust between Dorian and the woman grew, until strangely Dorian thought he actually felt love. The dragon was about to do something drastic. Its schlong now hardened even more, to its ridiculous full length. It seemed to be at least 15 inches, with big scaly nuts, which looked like oversized grapefruits as they hung beneath him menacingly. Its cock sprang up like a snake between the woman’s legs, but instead of going to the front where her welcoming pussy waited, it edged its way towards the back.

After all, you can defend yourself in the living, but a gun would simply pass through a ghost. Ahh! Just why the hell it is dark in here! It just adds on the eerie atmosphere that he’s feeling right now. Almothean smiled quietly as he looked at Blaine, who had unconsciously grabbed the hem of his shirt. I suppose it's difficult to break old habits, eh? Blaine used to grab his hand or the hem of his shirt whenever he was scared when they were younger. He is aware that he is afraid of the dark, so he purposefully did not turn on the lights.

I never thought a stupid prank by my so-called friends would change everything. It was supposed to be harmless. A silly dare during a weekend hangout at my house while Mom was away visiting her sister. They tied my wrists with fuzzy handcuffs to the headboard, spread my legs with soft ropes to the bedposts, and left me in nothing but a tiny tank top and no panties. “Just for ten minutes,” they laughed, snapping pictures before running downstairs to “hide” and wait for my reaction.

My desire here is to share my story. My name is Geena. No, not Gina, that would be normal- my parent's weren't normal, so it had to be Geena. These stories, if you have read them up through now, are the story of my strange journey. The earlier stories and the many that follow will make very clear just how un-normal my life is.

Juliette had heard these horror stories from the previous receptionist. As she got closer to the door, she heard a thud as if he had thrown his shoe at the wall. He threw things, but most often his shoes, she’d learned. She bit her lip at the thought that at least it wasn’t an employee’s head. In the brief silence that followed the thud, she slowly opened the door to his office. He was still on the phone and beckoned her to enter. She shut the door behind her and began to lay out the lunch that she had brought on the long table mostly covered in papers by his desk.

My short hair felt sticky under the cap and I wiped sweat from my neck. A girl two seats over leaned toward me during the first icebreaker shout. “Hey new face, what's your name and one fun fact? I cleared my throat and dropped my voice low. “Alex. I like soccer and keeping shit low key.” She giggled. “Cool Alex you look like you could kick ass on the field. I’m Mia by the way. My fun fact is I can shotgun a beer in under ten seconds.” “Nice one Mia, maybe I will see you try that sometime,” I said, keeping it short but forcing a grin.

Right when the vampire was a few feet away from Uea, a sense of realization flashed through his mind, and he gasped in horror. "Isn't this Cassian? The vampire in my story 'Exclusively His'? The short story collection I finished a few days ago?" Uea's mind overworked, trying to make sense of what was going on. He'd already found everything familiar to begin with, and after confirming his situation, another realization dawned on him, shaking him to the core. Uea glanced at his chained body, and his lips trembled when he realized he wasn't in his own body, but the body of the main character of his short story.

Lauren answered, her voice dripping with that annoying stable-friend concern. "Plus, we needed a reason to get you to wash that ass. You were starting to smell like a bag of roadkill left out in the Burbank sun," Darla added, leaning back in the vinyl booth and popping a piece of nicotine gum. "The sad girl aesthetic is over, E. Now you just look like a squatter."