Smutty Short Novels & Stories

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> I started moving, slow and deep, making love to him instead of fucking him. This felt different. More intimate. More meaningful. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" More dangerous. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I love you," Jamie said suddenly, the words tumbling out. "I know it's too soon and I know we're supposed to be keeping this casual but I love you, Ethan. I've loved you since I was eighteen and I can't keep pretending I don't." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> I froze, my cock still buried inside him, my heart hammering. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

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!!”

Little Amy Funk, all grown up. He straightened from his crouch to get a better look at her. She was short, her head barely higher than his own, and he was still kneeling on the cement. Her shiny black hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun and her eyes were hidden behind a pair of giant plastic framed sunglasses. Her curves were stuffed into a pair of jean shorts that were so small and tight they should've been illegal. Her T-shirt wasn't much better, baring her middle and showing off a tiny tattoo of what he thought was Tweety Bird disappearing beneath her shorts.