Shrinking Stories Novels & Stories

Raphael asked, smirking as well. But Shaine has a dark plan in her mind. She sat on her knees, held Raphael’s hard standing cock, and gently stroked it. Raphael groaned, he loved how soft her fingers were. “Fucking stroke me fast!” Raphael commanded, but Shaine only smirked and shook her head. “Tell me if you’re cumming already,” Shaine said otherwise. Her ten fingers were wrapped on Raphael’s shaft, and yet it seemed like it wasn’t enough to hold him in control. So Shaine had to suck the part of Raphael’s cock that couldn’t be wrapped by her fingers.

Lyle's face twisted in horror as he watched Nath unbuttoned his trousers. “To be on the safe side….” Nath leaned over and snatched the phone from Lyle's weak grasp and quickly took a picture of his roommate's bare ass. He sent it to himself. He droped the phone and winked at Lyle. “A little assurance just in case you want to go broadcasting our little adventures.” “What adventure?” asked Lyle in a shaky voice. “This one,” said Nath, revealing his very long, very thick cock. “No!” “Yes, Lyle boy,” Nath said and moved closer. “I have to see how it feels. Is it as tight as a pussy? More enjoyable?”

He just realized his weird thought and quickly brushed off the nonsense in his head. “You’re third-year students? Why are you taking a first-year course? You re-take the class?” “Um, yes. We re-take the class now. Our grades were not good back then, so we decided to re-take the class this year.” René finally nodded as he was quite satisfied with the shorter man’s answer. Yeah, the student was quite tall but was still shorter than him. The painter was like a giant with a height that was only ten centimeters away from two meters, after all.

I lay in the dark, cramped bedroom of our rundown apartment, the cheap mattress sagging under our combined weight. Money was tight after I lost my main gig following that wild studio day. My wife, Karen—always nagging about bills and space—insisted we couldn’t afford a bigger place yet. So here we were: one queen bed for three. Karen had put Lily right in the middle “for fairness,” she said, but it just meant I was tortured inches away from the girl I’d watch being ruined on camera two days ago.

he said, his voice a low vibration that hit me square in the chest. The chatter died instantly. He turned around, leaning against the podium, his sleeves already rolled up to reveal the lion etched into his tanned skin. My pulse spiked. I couldn't stop my eyes from tracing the golden outlines of the beast on his arm, remembering the way it seemed to ripple in the moonlight of my subconscious. "The Art of Storytelling is not a solo venture," he began, his almond eyes finally sweeping over the rows. "To understand narrative, you must understand collaboration and the friction of differing perspectives. For the remainder of the semester, you will be working in groups of five."

I whimpered around his cock but obeyed, sliding my mouth up and down slowly, trying to keep the wet sounds as quiet as possible. Why wasn’t he even bothered about it? My fingers were still between my legs, rubbing my swollen clit in messy circles. I was sweating now, little beads rolling down my back under my blouse, my thighs trembling from how turned onI was. The risk made everything sharper, these investors had no idea a girl was under the desk choking on their host’s dick. One of the men cleared his throat. “Mr. Mateo, about the European expansion. We projected a fifteen percent growth but the latest numbers from logistics show some delays—“ He paused.

A gift for all my slow romance erotica lovers, a short story from: dividing and conquering the professor I,II,III Lily's POV With my tongue tucked in my cheeks, I press the new toy against my pussy wall and the strong vibration causes my body to shake. “Ahh…” the small whimper that slips out, bounces off the bathroom wall. Biting my lips and pressing my thighs together only makes my moans come out louder. It's been too long since I got fucked, too long that a vibrator feels like paradise to me at the moment.

He felt fast action was vital,so he tried to twist the cyclist's head back to it's proper position,BREAKING THE BIKER'S NECK! 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!

This time, it was a real smile, giving his pale face a hint of color. Slowly, he lifted his cup and took a sip of tea. Cooperating with a stranger had always been out of the question for the old Shirley. But now, I needed a partner. And not just any partner—a wise one. Things were calm in the circle. The online rumors had spread for a few days and then fizzled out. How could the marriage between the Harmons and the Reeses really be called off? Conrad was living carefree. Jonathan never greeted him kindly, so Conrad decided to get away and went on a business trip with Kelly.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As