Slow Burn Stories Novels & Stories

Carla and Travis watched from the sidelines, hands clasped. “We did it,” Carla said, her voice steady. Travis nodded. “And we’re just getting started.” The scars remained, but they were no longer wounds. Dave, Carla, and the other victims were healing, not just surviving but thriving, their journeys a testament to resilience, love, and the unyielding power of talent reclaimed. ----- This marks the end of the Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire. Compiled short story arcs now made their way to their ends. See you next time. There'll be more ahead. Thank you!

"We've got the whole week." Bruno stroked his wet cock. He was too turned on, too eager to fuck her. He spun her around, and bent her over the couch. Vivian’s short skirt was hiked up around her waist. Bruno could see soaked white panties. He pushed the panties to the side. Vivian's smooth, shaved pussy glistened with her wetness. Damn it! Her fat pussy was always a delight to look at. Bruno rubbed his tip up and down her slit, teasing her.

God, is that black hair curling through some of the openings between buttons? My thighs clench together all on their own and I gasp, because I've never felt that tug between my legs before. It's a warm, melting twist that doesn't end, only gets more intense as Cain puffs on a short cigar, releasing a steady stream of smoke toward the ebbing sunset.

It was funny how I'd been kept in the dark for five years, as I'd fallen for her claim of wanting to keep a low profile again and again. It wasn't that she didn't want to celebrate it. It was that I didn't deserve to be celebrated. With my eyelids drooping and my breathing growing faint, the paramedic started crying out of desperation. Seeing how bloody I was and how close I was to death, she borrowed an electric scooter from a kind stranger and rushed me out of the ambulance. We were so close to the venue that I even heard Brandon ask, "Babe, what's that thing on the scooter? It's gross…"

Selene Duskbane knew she was going to die the moment she felt the burn. At first, it was a whisper beneath her skin, a tremor, a warning, a secret her blood was trying to confess. Then it spread, crawling up her spine, blooming like fire beneath her bones. Selene Duskbane knew what it meant. The stories her mother told in candlelight weren’t myths after all. She dropped the bucket she’d been carrying. Water splashed across the dirt floor, hissing where it met the heat rising from her skin. Her mother looked up from the hearth, eyes wide with something worse than fear.

The combination of having incestuous sex in front of strangers while enduring sexual insults combined with the friction in her pussy was too much for her to take and her body and soul exploded. The wails from her mouth were so loud it brought others into the room to see. And for the first time she squirted all over. I kept ramming my meat into her intensely spasming vagina to prolong her orgasm. Then I gave in and shot my hot cream up into her womb. My hips bucked up against hers and we grinded them roughly together. We kept grinding and grinding in an effort to extract every drop of cum we had in our bodies. Then we collapsed in a heap with Grandma's sweaty body on top of mine. We are now i

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

One of the men asks, making the others laugh. "No, I plan on making this flame bigger and burning your asses so we can have a barbecue. Anyone hungry?" I ask the others as the flame grows bigger; when I pull my hand back to throw, they begin running toward the back of the cave from which they came. I throw the flame, and they scream as they run. I like having magic; I can't wait to find out what else I can do. "This isn't the last you'll hear from us," Cypress yells.

Savannah Hart does not believe in crush culture anymore. She gave that up long ago, in high school. But when she finds herself flustered by the hot, tall, stranger she ran in to at her favorite coffee shop, she forces herself to admit that he's a beautiful exception. His big build, sharp suits, wits and brooding dark eyes makes her body feel things they've never felt before. And as the universe would have it — they meet by chance every day.