Small Pleasures Novels & Stories

No one would know. This was my last day as a bachelorette. “I think I’ve changed my mind...” I replied, almost hoarse. If I thought his gaze was his most dangerous weapon, I was wrong. When he smirked, all my sanity vanished. He moved away from me for a moment and took a sip of wine. He looked so sexy as he wiped the excess wine from his lips with the back of his hand. He ran his fingers through his hair and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his white polo shirt.

Something within her always says keep the peace. The afternoon started with wine and pizza, cakes and a variaty of roasts. they ate, they talked, they watched a movie and went to bed. Sarah missed her family. she looked at her screen it was 1am. She dialed Jacobs number but there was no answer. "They are all probably asleep", she thought. After what felt like hours of tossing and turning, sarah finally fell asleep. she was up early, they had planned shopping and Sarah needed to get her shopping done for Christmas. next week was christmass and she had not done any shopping.

One little lamp in the corner and nothing else. It's dirty and stinks like urine.

I cross-checked my undies again, they were my preferred favorite color; red. I didn't want him to think that I didn't come prepared. But we were not having sex, I smirked at myself. Then I put on my white tee top on jean short skirt, and spritzed a hint of Victoria's Secret perfume whilst nodding at my reflection in the mirror. Jamal's place was trekable, he lived alone in a rather small but cozy apartment. The interior was decorated with pictures of bare-chested models of older men.

POV: Scarlett Peace, it turned out, was made of small things. Not grand things, not the dramatic, definitive moments she had learned to brace for. Just the small, particular, accumulating texture of ordinary days that didn't ask anything of her except to be in them. Coffee went cold because she'd drifted somewhere in her own thoughts and forgotten it. Rain against the windows at night,not threatening, just present. Julian saying something ridiculous and the involuntary laugh it pulled from her before she could decide whether it deserved one. Luna barefoot in the kitchen, moving to music only she could hear, while Camille watched her with an expression of performative exasperation that convin

She wanted to speak to say more than thank you, to confess some of the strange, conflicting tenderness that had taken root but his answering smile closed the moment like a door with the soft, final click of a lock. They ate and the world reduced to small comforts. The morning light, the steam from the tea, the buttered toast that tasted like home even when it wasn’t hers. For a while there was peace, a thin thing but real. It made her imagine a life without sharp edges; it made her feel absurdly human and foolishly hopeful.

“We talked about this.” Lucas grinned, raising both hands in surrender. “Who wants to have some tasty pasta?” “The only thing you know how to cook, sure let's have it.” “It might be the only thing but you can't deny it tastes better everytime.” “Get out, Lucas.” I thought I heard a smile in his voice so I turned. I turned… Adrian in a suit looked extraordinary, like the hot billionaires every writer talked about… Silas Graves, Enzo, Hayden Bennett, Zade Meadows… but Adrian in sweatpants… holy fucking mother of God!

Instead, I looked up at him and directing into his eyes then gave him this wicked little smile of mine which mostly comes when I’m up to something sweet and full of pleasure. “Just get me anything which is sweet,” I purred, and I was squeezing my right breast right in front of him without any hesitation or any shy in my eyes, I was pinching my already hard nipple hard like I mean so hard without even realizing it my self. “I want something which is so fucking sweet like your big massive long cock… does the restaurant have anything as sweet as such, I mean as sweet as your long big massive cock… if they have anything sweet like your massive cock or even if it is sweeter than your long massive

Becca ~”Do you want another glass? Sammy ~”Why not, let's do.” I pour us a glass each and look over to where the cabin is. Becca ~”This champagne is really good, for a minute there I thought I saw the guys.” Sammy ~”That would be hilarious, especially when they see how trashed we are at eleven in the morning.” I lay back on the blanket and close my eyes...I hear a rustle in the grass...it is probably just a bird...then another...