Stories Novels & Stories

Ch-1 --------------------- [Warning: this story is in the 'incest' category. As a result, the mother and son in this tale might have a relationship which you might find unsettling. At the end, when they kiss each other goodnight, neither of them has to go to another bedroom. The father already sleeps there.]

He collapsed onto the cushions, thighs spreading wide, the fabric of his shorts tightening over the bulge there accidental, but my eyes darted away fast, old crush stirring unwelcome heat low in my belly. I returned from the kitchen with a glass, handing it over. Our fingers brushed electric, lingering a beat too long. He drank deep, throat working, eyes meeting mine over the rim. "You're a lifesaver." We fell into talk, easy at first, his deployment stories, the endless sand and adrenaline crashes; my graphic design grind, the late nights tweaking logos for ungrateful clients. The air thickened with the late hour, words flowing intimate, but his gaze kept wan

Luca finished gently, sitting beside her. Her eyes flicked to him. “Exactly. I want to fight that. I want to write stories that make them answer for what they’ve done. Loan sharks, corrupt businessmen, all of them.” “You’d be amazing at that,” he said without hesitation. “You’re stubborn as hell and you don’t shut up when you know you’re right. Perfect journalist material.” She laughed, swatting at his arm. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Stranded, no rules? Thea laughed, sipping her water. “Wild. You gotta get creative to survive.” Jon raised an eyebrow, sitting beside her. “Creative, huh? Sounds like a story.” Adam grinned. “Let’s just say we kept each other… entertained.” Nate chuckled. “Oh, I bet. Spill it.” Thea leaned back, a familiar sparkle in her eyes. “What happens on a deserted island stays on the island, right?” Jon’s gaze darkened, intrigued. “Not always. I’m into stories like that. Ever try an orgy? Threesomes, foursomes… gets the blood pumping.”

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

she began, her thigh touching mine, "what makes you write like that? Your story was... real. It felt like you were writing about someone specific." I took a sip, the wine warm in my throat. "I guess... desires I haven't tried. Things I imagine but haven't done." My cheeks burned, but her gaze held me, urging me on. Marcus leaned forward, his voice low. "We're open-minded about desires. Life's too short to hold back, don't you think?" The air grew thick, charged with something new. Renata's hand touched my arm, light but clear. "Your story mentioned a couple," she said, her lips close to my ear. "Is that something you think about?"

Chapter 3: Cumming for the temptation For the next few minutes, mom kept chatting away at the kitchen table like nothing in the world was wrong, telling us all about the crazy patient she had dealt with that day. I nodded and smiled in all the right places, but my mind was somewhere else entirely. My pussy still throbbed from Marcus’s fingers, and every time I shifted in my seat I could feel how wet my thighs were. Marcus stayed across from me looking perfectly calm, laughing at Mom’s stories and bowl like he hadn’t just had me spread open on the counter ten minutes earlier. Only the occasional dark glance he sent my way told me he was thinking about the same

Sadie’s POV Three days. Seventy-two hours of pretending I was the same girl I’d always been. I replayed it every night. Hallie’s flushed face, her muffled moans vibrating around the thick cock sliding between her lips. The way her skirt had bunched around her waist while the second man fucked her from behind in that packed carriage, strangers all around them pretending not to notice. The wet sounds. The degrading praise. The way her legs shook when she came.

ARIA’S POV I stared out the window of the sleek black car as it pulled through the massive iron gates of the Steel villa. I was finally discharged from the hospital to go home, and every bump in the driveway made my broken bones ache. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the fire burning inside my chest. I couldn't wait to start the secret training Maya had promised me. The thought of learning to fight, of becoming a hunter who could take down wolves, was the only thing keeping me going. I needed to heal fast so that I could get my revenge on Bianca.

"Used to be. Gave it up when the stories started costing more than they were worth." That answer carried weight, the kind that invited questions but also warned against them. I set the mug on the low table in front of me and leaned forward slightly. "What kind of stories?" "The kind that get people hurt when they come out wrong. Or when they don't come out at all." I felt a flicker of recognition then, something tugging at the back of my mind like a half-remembered name. "You sound like someone who has been burned by the industry."