Skating Stories Novels & Stories

This man makes me fall for him more with every passing second. We step onto the ice, my legs wobbling just a little as I find my balance. I grip Alex’s hand, and slowly, I take my first glide. With him beside me, the fear of falling fades, and I’m able to just focus on the fun of it. I can feel the cool air brushing against my cheeks and the sound of our skates scraping across the ice.

“Now bounce on it. I want to see that tight little asshole swallowing every inch. Don’t you dare stop.” The $1000 alert still fresh in my mind made me feel reckless. I got on my knees properly, ass high in the air facing the camera, and started bouncing. Slowly at first….lifting up until just the thick head stretched my hole, then slamming my ass back down, taking more and more with every drop.

When I look down, I see black paws instead of feet. Skye walks over to Adam, growling. He tries to back up, but she keeps going. When he looks like he's ready to run, she bites his ankle and pulls him to the ground. Adam screams as Skye jumps on him. She rips his penis off with her teeth and tosses it aside.

He got me male skates rather than female, he said female skates are better for figure skaters, but male skates are better for sports, which neither made sense to me I wasn’t aspiring to be either. “Don’t look so nervous, no one is here so if you fall, just stand back up and try again.” He kept trying to give me pep talks while he laced up my skates, but it didn’t make me feel any better. It wasn’t falling and embarrassing myself that I was concerned with, it was hitting the ice and breaking my tailbone or a leg.

I hid my blush in order not to make a fool of myself. The door opens, and I step out, taking Alpha Gavin's hands into mine. I remained still momentarily before informing them: "I don't skate. I never have done that. Possibly too scared to fall on ice and break a bone." With a sincere smile, he said: "No need to be scared of falling. I will hold you up before you even know it.” He spoke true, but I feared embarrassing myself, though the thought of him holding onto me should that happen felt romantic.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> I follow skating the way most hockey players do not bother to, because edges are edges and understanding how figure skaters read ice made me a better skater when it mattered. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> I know exactly who she is. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> I have known since the jet bridge at Bradley when she looked at me like I was an inconvenience and walked away. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> I have said nothing. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> It is not my information to use. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The door chimes. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

“We’re hitting the rink. You gotta learn to skate for real if we’re selling this boyfriend story.” I groaned but followed him anyway. The hockey rink was empty that early, just us and the cold air that made my nose sting. The ice looked smooth and scary under the bright lights. I laced up the skates, feeling clumsy already. My feet wobbled the second I stepped on. “Easy, dude,” Roland said, gliding over like it was nothing. “Bend your knees. Don’t lock up.”

“Lena, listen to me. You don’t let people like Sabrina decide your future. You don’t let lies dictate your path. And you definitely don’t let fear tell you who you are.” My throat tightens. “But what if I’m not ready?” “Then you take it one step at a time,” she says. “One skate. One lap. One breath. But you don’t quit. Not because of her. Not because of anyone.” Mom squeezes my hand. “You’ve worked too hard to let someone else write your story.” I look back at the ice. Gabby is trying the jump again, this time landing it clean. She throws her arms up in triumph, spinning in a circle like she just won the Olympics. I laugh softly.

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.

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!