Short Strange Stories Novels & Stories

I stood on shaky legs and gathered my clothes, beginning to dress quickly. "So what now?" he asked, pulling on his underwear and shorts. "Now you forget my number," I said. "You never call me. You act like this never happened." "That seems unlikely," he said. "Considering I just came inside a stranger in a gym locker room. That's not exactly something you forget." "That's kind of the point," I said, pulling my shirt over my head. "This was a one-time thing. A moment. A decision we made that we'll both probably regret but that we won't regret enough to stop thinking about it."

Well, I know I’ve been long in setting up my little story here, but this is where our story gets interesting. After one of those aforementioned “hard days of work,” I went to the local watering hole with my best friend Stacy. We had always been close; we roomed together in college, and now we’re both personal trainers, so she felt my plight when it came to nights like this. I was throwing back wines like it was going out of style which always seemed to be occurring on half-price wine Wednesdays while listening to Stacy tell some of her racy and risqué stories of conquest. Stacy had taken to catering to the good-looking sector of our clientele and had taken to seducing them. She noted how “it

I wasn't a vanilla, but there were things I'd not tried because my husband wasn't so interested with the freaky stuff. "Yes Stella. Never tried this before?" He asked. His finger slid out a little before slamming back into me. "Want me to stop?" I was torn, this might be my only chance to try all the freaky stuff before going back to my normal life, my normal husband. "Go slow" I said instead. "This is new" "That's my good girl" he pumped his finger slowly, in and out. When the weirdness had fizzled out, I realized how horny this made me. My fingers found my clit and I played with myself while he fingered my ass.

The first volume of Strange Short Stories is now available on a****n as an ebook and physical book! Why should I buy it if I can read for free here? -The book on a****n has an extra chapter and illustrations that are not available on wenovel or goodnovel. The book on a****n contains corrected and improved versions of all the stories, leading to a whole new reading experience! (I'm sorry to leave you with the old version, but I preferred not to get rid of the originals!)

“This one is a collection of magical folktales.” “Thank you.” I settled into one of the deep armchairs near the window, legs tucked beneath me, book open on my lap. The stories were charming at first, about a clever djinn, star-crossed lovers, and talking camels, but midway through, a restless hunger gnawed at my stomach that had nothing to do with food. “Mirabelle, could you get me something to snack on?” I called softly. “Maybe fruit, or those little almond pastries if they’re fresh?”

Hi, readers! This compilation will continue again. Expect many more raw, uncensored, wild, spicy and unique short stories! * Chapter 1: My Crush Noticed Me! Melissa was exhausted and she just wanted the day to end already. She closed her eyes for a moment and massaged her body. She snapped her eyes open when the elevator doors opened and her swaying boss, Marcus James, stepped inside. She froze in shock because, first of all, this was the first time she had ever been in the elevator with him, and second, he had a private lift that went straight to his penthouse.

The next morning, Ishita woke up with a dull ache between her legs and a strange, thrilling feeling in her stomach. Her body was a map of Vikram's possession. Her ass was still tender, a constant, stinging reminder of his hand. Her breasts were sensitive, and a faint bruise was forming on her neck where he had held her. She looked at her reflection in the small, cracked mirror of her chawl room. The girl staring back at her was a stranger. Her eyes were wide, haunted, but also glittering with a dark, excited fire.

Especially Jake and Tyler. They were the closest to my brother. They were also the ones who gave me wet dreams. I noticed the way their gazes lingered on my legs whenever I wore shorts, the way they intentionally brushed past me whenever we passed each other in the kitchen. The tension was electric and I didn't know what to do with all that without seeming desperate. So like the normal person I was, I found solace in watching p**n. It was my guilty pleasure that no one knew about. And I didn't intend to let anyone know that I got myself off by watching other people getting fucked.

The library stood silent, its towering bookshelves casting long shadows under the dim overhead lights, a sanctuary of knowledge where I retreated to lose myself in words. I was introverted, my mind a labyrinth of intellect, but beneath my reserved exterior simmered a curiosity about my own hidden fantasies—erotic encounters in quiet, public spaces, a thrill I’d explored before with lovers past. My skirt brushed my thighs as I moved, a book in hand, the rustle of pages masking the quickening of my breath as I imagined being caught in passion here.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.