Short Strange Stories Novels & Stories

I thought about the way this stranger has made me feel and it made a small flicker of smile touched my lips. Maybe Lee was right. Maybe our sex was boring. Because when Lee made love, this stranger fucked instead. For me, there was a difference between the two of them.

My browser had about fifty tabs open, ranging from deep literary analysis to historical accounts of how scent was used in Victorian prose. Physically, my group was a disaster. We met up in the student lounge every afternoon, but it was like trying to herd cats. Miller, Vance, and the others would show up late, smelling like the gym or cheap cologne, leaning back in their chairs with their feet up on the table. They would look at me with these blank, expectant expressions, waiting for me to tell them where to put a comma or how to interpret a metaphor.

A stranger’s cum filling my pussy. The thought overwhelmed me, and everything went dark. When I woke, he was gone. My thighs were sticky, my legs weak. I sat up slowly, pressing a hand to my pounding head. On the bed lay a note. Give your husband my regards, Derrick

She muttered, "Fuck it," and put one hand on the top button of her little shorts. When she popped it open, Greg's eyes widened. He said, "Holy sh*t," as she unbuttoned her shorts about halfway. This provided her with just enough space to insert a few of her thin fingers. She questioned whether her brother would be shocked if she revealed that her pussy was baby-bald smooth as she caressed her silky flesh.

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

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.

The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Sadile Marconi, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames, sat at a secluded table, her green eyes darting between the pages of her textbook and the clock on the wall. The numbers seemed to mock her, ticking away the minutes until her next class, a class she was dangerously close to failing.

I play games on my phone for a couple of hours to ward off the crazy that is starting to fill my mind until my phone finally dies. Claire's died about twenty minutes before mine. I've watched her from the corner of my eye as she's picked at her skirt and blouse. She reminds me of a monkey pulling mites off another monkey, and I have to suppress a laugh.

The Story of Russell and Samantha: NOTE, THIS EPISODE IS TAKEN FROM 'NOT YOUR AVERAGE GEEK', A STORY BY THE SAME AUTHOR CURRENTLY LEFT ON-HOLD. ***** I woke up drenched in sweat. It's almost November, yet California weather is as always; unpredictable.

She's come to forget about her boyfriend ignoring her. Her grin widened as she felt the stranger's two hands grab her waist. She purposefully nudged her ass against the stranger's manhood, still hidden by his jeans. She bit her lower lip when the lips on her neck moved to her ear. The man's breathing was hot, but it didn't bother her. "You're so hot," he said quietly, biting her ear. But instead of her entire body becoming hot, only her head did. She was unaware of the reason. But she forced herself to relax.