Streetcar Named Desire Amazon Novels & Stories

"Yeah, it's nice." "Trisha got into the publishing company," Storm bragged and Trisha blushed. "Really where?" I faked my happiness. And please don't be where I think it is... "Manhattan Publishing Company. I got the interview yesterday, and they immediately liked me." Trisha smiled widely as Storm stared at her adoringly. I sighed irritatedly under my breath. "That's great! I'm happy for you." I forced a smile, and I noticed Storm looking at me warily. “So, what can I get you guys?"

~Kiva I stare down at the folded piece of paper on my vanity, narrowing my eyes suspiciously. How exactly this got here, I don’t even want to know. I suspect I know who wrote it, as I carefully pick it up, laying it flat to examine the hurried print. I need to see you, Kiva. I’ve been a terrible disappointment to you. The last thing I desire is to kill you, or to hurt you. I need you to trust me.

The rain came down in sheets, hammering the windshield like it wanted in. Streetlights blurred into streaks of gold and red as Daddy drove, slow, deliberate, like he was savoring every second of the torture he’d started back at the restaurant. His hands—big, rough from years of work—gripped the wheel loose, but his eyes flicked sideways every few minutes to where his little girl sat shotgun, legs pressed tight, tiny sundress already bunched high on her thighs.

“Goodnight, Ken. See you tomorrow." “Should I take you home, miss?” The driver asked after Kennedy had gotten out of the car and shut the door. “No, Hugo. Please take me to Sasha's residence.” Sasha lived on the ninth floor of an apartment complex in the heart of Jackson City. They arrived a few minutes later, and Desiree took an elevator up after telling Hugo to go because she would be spending the night over. “Bitch, you're here!" Sasha practically screamed as soon as she opened the door to find Desiree.

She moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet office. “Keep reading,” he growled into her ear, starting a slow, powerful rhythm. His hips slapped against her ass as he fucked her against the window. Mirabel struggled to hold the papers up with one hand while bracing herself. “‘Section 12… miscellaneous assets…’” she gasped, voice shaky as his thick cock stretched her again and again. “‘The petitioner receives… the secondary vehicle… a 2021 Mercedes… and… the contents of the… smaller wine cellar...’”

she teased as he handed over cash for yet another item. “Good” he replied simply, brushing his thumb across her lower lip. “You deserve to be spoiled” They stopped at a street-food stall near the edge of the square… brightly colored umbrellas strung with beautiful lights, plastic tables and chairs scattered around a sizzling grill. Charlotte insisted on street food; she wanted the real experience. They ordered poutine loaded with cheese curds and gravy, crispy fish tacos topped with mango salsa, and two cold bottles of local craft beer. They sat close on a shared bench, their thighs touching, shoulders brushing, feeding each other bites between laughter and stolen kisses

MARCO I shake off the lingering unease from Luca's disturbing "prescription" and head back to my apartment, desperate for the comfort of solitude. The driver's lounge and garage suddenly felt overwhelmingly claustrophobic, like the walls were closing in intent on entombing me in my friend's insidious delusions. Delusions...or some darker introspection I've refused to acknowledge until now? Growling under my breath, I smack the heels of my palms against my eye sockets, as if I can physically dislodge the disconcerting thoughts gnawing at the edges of my consciousness. It's a fruitless exercise - if anything, it only seems to grant them more purchase.

NATE The penthouse party was loud with bass and drugs. It was my kind of party except I wasn't feeling it tonight. People danced under colored lights, champagne flowed, and half-naked girls circled me like sharks. One in particular, a tall I*******m model with platinum hair and a dress that barely covered her ass, had been grinding against me for twenty minutes. Her hand slid down my chest, as she brushed her lips against my ear. “Come on, Nate,” she purred, pressing her tits into my arm. “My place is two floors down. I’ll suck that famous dick so good you’ll forget your own name.”

The girl focused her gaze on the person in front of her, but it was too dark for her to see the full extent of the man who was feasting on her body. He completely unbuttoned her clothes. Even the skirt and underwear that the woman was wearing at that moment were quickly removed from her clothes. She didn't know why she seemed to have no strength to object to the audacity of the strange man towards her. "W-who are you?" the words that escaped Desiree's lips at that moment. She could clearly see the wide smile that appeared on his lips. Gradually, her vision adjusted to the darkness. "That doesn't matter anymore, Des. Right now I just want to make you feel what I've been wanting to make you fe

"That red lipstick... it's driving me crazy." That was what I wanted, to drive him crazy and make him do nasty things to me. I ran my tongue along my bottom lip, smudging the lipstick slightly. "Do you want to taste it?" I asked. Damien stepped closer, his body pressing against mine. I could feel the heat of him, the hardness of his muscles, and I knew he could feel the softness of my curves. "I want to taste every inch of you," he said. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "Then take me," I whispered against his ear. "Take me right here, right now."