Spanish Short Stories Novels & Stories

His brown eyes still scanned the room like he owned it, and the tattoos on his arms were still there — paying tribute to his Samoan-Hawaii heritage. “Jules, take a calm breath and a step back,” she chanted internally to herself. The door opened again. “Sergio, your interview is in five minutes. We gotta run.” “I'm done here.” The Spaniard stood up and turned to the woman he considered his sister, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Wanna stay a bit, little one?” “No!” The response shot out like a bullet — sharp and fast. She caught herself again. “No. I'll—”

Karina remembered this burning gaze when she and Alberto were together. Alberto’s eyes studied her intensely as their master talked dirty phrases to Karina, making a great effort to turn her on. From those memories, Karina’s got goosebumps all over her body, and Alberto’s voice still sounded inside her. What other explanation could there be to describe him? He was a Spaniard, a hot macho. He was a terrific lover. And what sex they had! It used to be a sexual act to the point of exhaustion until Alberto fell on Karina like a

His body, which I knew from the look of it was hard, was perfectly defined in his white sando. When the bell rang, I groaned in frustration. That was already two hours? That wasn’t enough! I want to watch him more in this state, fantasize how rough he is on bed, and how good he is a fucker. I could say that that was the shortest two hours of my life. “Hello, Lila! Finally you answered your phone. I’ve been calling you for almost an hour now.” Mira, the landlady of the dorm I was bedspacing at, loudly said in my phone.

I'm part witch. When Bram's penis was almost touching me, I looked him in the eye and smirked. I said a quick spell that released me from the chains. When he tried to tackle me, I said another spell that made his penis feel like it was on fire. I quickly left while he rolled around on the floor, screaming. I connected with the bunnies just a few weeks after I left.

Dear Readers, Good day! This is La Tigresa and I would like to thank you all for stopping by. Tstory is written in English. If you're a Filipino and wants to read the Tagalog version of the story, please search for Fragments of Memories 2: Beautiful Stranger. Book 1 of the series entitled Fragments of Memories 1: Married at Seventeen (both English and Tagalog version are also available in GoodNovel) The whole series talks about and focuses on self-love, self-worth and self-forgiveness that I hope you'd all be able to relate to and learn from it.

You have grown so much, it feels like I'm looking at another man. “Oh yeah Fernando, it has been ten years…I can't believe this place is still here, it feels amazing knowing I can eat your amazing fish again. Please don't tell me you stopped selling that and have taken Andrea's advice about the tacos?" Fernando loudly laughed, piercing Carmen's ears, Adrian seemed pretty used to it as he did not even cringe. "Oh no my boy! Fish will always be my love. I have taken my wife's advice and added tacos to the menu. Now we have a list of different kinds of food, goodbye to being the plain fish guy!" He exclaimed, looking curiously at her as he tilted his head. "And who might this beauty be?"

Granny completed the story for us not minding my presence maybe cause am her in-law or just another way around. " So that's how you lied to us all" A young man walked in without a knock to give permission, he just made his way through the conversation.

"I know you liked me watching last night. You left your legs open on purpose. Let me see James's cum leaking out of that pretty hole." He spun me around and backed me against the counter. His hand slipped inside my shorts this time, fingers sliding straight into my pussy. I was already wet and he groaned when he felt it. "Fuck, Lauren. You're soaked. All this from thinking about me stroking my cock while your husband fucked you?"

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

"That's right. He hated me. I know he hated me. In fact, he was actually quite well-mannered. If he met a pregnant lady on the bus, he would take the initiative to give up his seat for her. He would also help the pregnant lady down the bus. He is usually very gentle to me. He is very nice to me in all the matters that he should be nice to his girlfriend. He has no dark side at all. He also gets along with his colleagues incomparably well in the company. He is that kind of very intelligent boy that is particularly appreciated by his superior. The main thing is that he was fluent in Spanish. I had plenty of colleagues who were quite good in Spanish. However, he was different. The reason he lea