Novelas y relatos de Small Stories

"It's the twenty-first century: no one expects you to marry a guy just because you share his bed a few times." "If I was back in the city, I'd agree with you," Bree replied, "but as much as I love it, North Cambridge is a really small town. You have no idea how hard it is to keep a secret there. Back when Frankie was alive, I used to hear him and his buddies talk all the time about which women in town were easy lays. Guys like to talk worse than women, especially about who they've slept with."

said another, “You should move fast and leave before someone else finds you here. Just a friendly advice.” Nath breathed raggedly on the floor. “Where are my clothes?” “Sorry, ” one replied, moving away from the others, “That's not our problem.” He cried after they left. Looking around, he knew they were right and he couldn't stay. Predators were also frequent in the area. He knew his street was just a corner away, but could he risk it without being seen? Wearily, he stood up, picking up a newspaper on the ground. With that, he covered, his cock and started walking.

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I wanted to choke on his cock and then ride it till I couldn't walk anymore. Davin seemed like a very complicated man. He was cold and never spoke unless it was necessary. The world knew he was a billionaire, a top CEO in the Mafia world. But I suspected he was a shady man, he probably had hands in the underworld, which was why he never allowed me into his study. Said it was private stuff not meant for me to know.

Cum actually dripped from the edge of a desk in front of her, splattering onto the floor. Aika slapped a hand over her mouth. This isn’t real. It can’t be real. Her phone still sat on her desk. She grabbed it, trembling. The cursed story glowed: Now she sees the truth. Her friends are already lost. “No… no, no, no,” she whispered. “Ahhh—AIKA!” Her head whipped around.

A genuine smile. The first one she'd seen from him. "Your mother loved thunderstorms." Rebecca blinked. Of all the things she expected— that wasn't one of them. Elias laughed quietly. "Everyone remembers dramatic things." His eyes softened. "I remember ordinary things." For the next hour, he told stories. Small stories. Human stories. How Claire sang while cooking. How she hated burnt toast. How she could never remember where she left her car keys. How she laughed. How she loved.

I slowly removed my hand, trying to change the subject. “Fancy!” He smiled. “I come here just about every Saturday. Especially if I’ve been working late.” “Alone?” I asked before I could stop myself. He leaned back in his chair. “That’s not the question you want to ask.” I felt caught in a lie. “What are you talking about?” “You want to know how many women I bring to my standing reservation at Marion’s. The answer is none that matter. Until now.” I stammered.

Title: Stranger in the Dark Room Chapter 2: I stepped out of that small storage room on shaky legs, my ass still throbbing from the hard fuck. The club music hit me again like a wave, but everything felt distant now. My mind was replaying the way that stranger had used me so roughly against the wall. I could still feel the stretch, the way his thick cock had pounded deep. Cum from my own load had dried on my stomach under my shirt, and my hole felt slick and open.

A dream I don’t want to let go of yet. After being in the cold for so long, the warmth that caresses my skin right now feels like the gentle touch of a caring lover. The air smells faintly of pine smoke and something masculine, which makes me believe this is a man’s place. My eyes orient, and I notice I’m in a cabin. The wooden paneling has been done so well that the heat is conserved well in here. It looks so cozy, like one of those cabins straight out of P*******t. I can hear the gentle crackle of fire somewhere, and I assume that’s where all this warmth is coming from. Oh my god! Have I been kidnapped by one of those prince charming from romance stories? I giggle at that absurd thought, b

I'm so glad to see you again, dear reader... Today, I'm sharing a few stories from my more inactive friends. Well, maybe we're all just too busy these days to visit each other so I won't complain. They are a bit light, not as scary. But then again, I may be wrong... This time, there are three stories all in all! What a treat! I hope you enjoy them! And remember, not all of the stories I tell you are true.