Smut Shorts Novels & Stories

I grabbed the binoculars instantly. Val was another blonde—but softer than Kathy. A little more flesh on her. But still… Just as attractive. Maybe even more. She was almost as busty as Linda… and just as pretty as either of them. Today, she wore cutoff denim shorts—tight. Very tight. They clung to her ass… and even tighter across the front. I leaned in, adjusting the focus. “Jesus…” The seam of the shorts was pulled so tight it looked like it disappeared right into her pussy.

I looked forward to it. I chose the outfit carefully. No bra again—didn’t see the point. A thin white cotton camisole, almost see-through when the light hit it right. Tiny black sleep shorts that barely covered the bottom curve of my ass. No panties. The seam of the shorts pressed directly against my clit every time I moved. Torture. Delicious torture.

I leave the bathroom after my shower and my mate is looking at me and smiling. She grabbed one of my old shirts again and ‘forgot’ to button it up. She was also wearing some short shorts and biting her lip. “You were taking so long...” She arched her back and started to button up my shirt. “So, I guess you weren’t excited to see me... I guess the only thing I can do now is behave myself.”

I slap a palm against my forehead and mutter helplessly; “Oh, Zuri…” *** An hour and thirty minutes later, my skin is oiled and shining, my hair is curled and layered to perfection, my makeup is shimmering and equally perfect thanks to my best friend, and I’m indeed dressed in the shortest bum shorts I have ever worn. “Zuri, the undersides of my asscheeks are showing!” I whisper in utter horror. She winks at me; “that’s the only way we can achieve the perfect slutty look. Come on! It’s time to partaayy!!”

I joined in the laughter as he cursed at her from outside, and they began bickering through the closed door. Leah then disappeared into the closet of the room and emerged with a swimsuit. It was black and surprisingly different from the usual ones. It almost looked like a short off-shoulder romper, with a laced-up, low-cut V-neck. The only difference was the material it was made of. I smiled, thanking her for providing me with something that wasn't completely out of my comfort zone. I went into the bathroom, changed into the swimsuit, and stepped out, holding my hands up for Leah to examine it. She did a chef's kiss gesture with her hand, and I laughed.

Thumb smeared the bead of liquid over the slit. "Fuck...Sandra.." His hips jerked. "Gonna make me come too soon if you keep that up." "I want you bare," I said, voice raw. "Want to feel every inch stretch me open." He froze for a second. Then nodded. "I'm clean. Tested last month. You?" "Clean. On the pill." I spread my legs wider. "Fuck me raw, Damon. Fill me up." A guttural sound tore from his throat.

you said, finally breaking into a smile. "Hey," she said, and came in for a hug. She was wearing a pair of preppy jean booty shorts that hugged her tight body, and a summery tank top that showed the outline of her bra, along with flip flops, and your sunglasses perched on top of her head.

Jordan said. “I’ll buy one, or I’ll borrow one just to feed it your severed balls. Just… don’t fucking tell a soul.” I was standing up now, looking back toward the trail that we had walked in on and lowering my tight shorts down to my ankles. “If only you weren’t so fucking clueless sometimes, you could be licking my pussy right now,” I said sarcastically. Once my shorts were down and unhooked from one leg, I sat back down, spread my legs open, and began to play with myself. “I can’t believe I’m doing this in front of you.” “Neither can I,” Jordan agreed with wide eyes.

At the door of the company, his heart was still pounding like a drum, just like when he received the casting news. Claude stood at the door, trying to calm down for a moment before opening the other glass door. At that moment, the door was opened from the other end to a surprise of Simon had not seen for a long time. Simon wore H & M's latest summer clothes this year: a white shirt with two patterned front flaps and tight-fitting black shorts.

There was no way on earth I was calling him. After I accepted the idea I was going out with Joel today, I emailed the first installment of my series after adding a little about yesterday’s match. It began with… If you’re a fan of sports balls, rugby may be for you. I could only hope Miller liked my humorous approach. I decided to dress casually and put on one of the two pairs of shorts I brought. These were white. One of my too-tight sports bras came next. I added a simple, loose black t-shirt and black sandals with a one-inch heel. The shorts came in at about two inches above my knees—stylish without showing too much skin. This was the real me. The other Cami was a fluke, or more likely fre