Stuck Novels & Stories

I started, my voice slower, heavier, “…like you’re stuck?” Ariana glanced at me, her grip tightening slightly to keep me steady. “Stuck how?” I let out a soft, uneven laugh. “Like… you know what you want but… You can’t… have it.” She didn’t answer right away. “Hayden…” she said carefully, “what are you talking about?” I shook my head, then immediately regretted it when the world spun slightly. “It’s stupid.” “It’s not stupid.” “It is,” I insisted, my voice dropping. “It’s… messed up.”

An aggravated growl involuntarily falls from my lips as my cock hardens in my pants. *Get it the hell together.* The truth is, no other woman has captivated me the way she does. I don’t know if it’s the knowledge that she and I are going to pretend to be in love that has me losing my grip on the situation, or if it’s something else entirely. I’m having a battle of willpower with myself when Sarah speaks up from behind the closed door. “Uh, Marcus?” she asks, her voice hesitant. I look up from my phone to the door. “Yes?” “I think I need your help.” “What is it?” “My zipper. It’s stuck and I can’t get it.”

I sighed. I pressed the button again. Nothing happened. I pressed it again. Still nothing. “What now?” Luxxe looked at the panel. Before either of us could say anything, the lights flickered. The elevator jerked. I grabbed the railing. Then— Thunk. We stopped. Completely. I stared at the doors. “No.” Luxxe pressed a button. Nothing. He pressed another. Still nothing. I slowly turned toward him. “Please tell me we're not stuck.” “We're stuck.”

I want to rest for a bit, and then I heavily shove it to him until everything is inside. He bends over me and hugs me, "I told you to be gentle." He murmurs as he cries and catches his breath. I feel him getting tight, and my tool is getting suck into. I tried to pull it, but I can't. "I can't pull it. It got stuck," I told him embarrassingly while smiling because I still feel pleasure even I'm not moving. Finally, I feel him twitching his hole below.

I stammered, trying to find the right word. "Yes, or No," he asked, cutting me off. "I- I...Please" "I said Yes or No Jasmin". I could tell he was getting impatient. "Y-Yes". There's no reason to lie anymore, he already knew the answer. His whole demeanor changed as something shifted inside him. I take a step back at his animosity, not sure how to take it. Grabbing hold of my wrists, he pulls my body back and gives me an unanticipated strike across my cheek, making me stumble, but I am able to regain my balance before I could fall.

“Okay” ******************* As we approached our lockers a guy walked towards us, I recognized him as the quarterback, his name was Shane. He and Cara dated for a while last year and he still tried all he could to get back together with her. Cara on the other hand had moved on but it didn’t stop her from letting him think he had a chance with her. He shoved his wavy hair back away from his face and smiled. “Hi Cara” She looked away from her locker and glanced at him for a hot second.

Last night's drinking was out of frustration. I didn't see him and I met one of my old friends who had the fucking right to judge me because I'm yet to become a wife. That fucking bitch. I don't remember how I got into my room because last night was crazy. I groan and sit up. The pounding on my head increases and I clutch my temples with both my hands. I reach for my phone and it's past 1pm. I have six missed calls. I don't bother to go through the dialers as I get out of bed. My legs feel like jelly and my bed is inviting me to come back.

He’d take wrestling with a frozen bolt over smelling that shit any day. Bobby applied the socket wrench again and tried to turn it. This time it rotated at least forty-five degrees before it seized again. He gritted his teeth, clenching his hands around the socket wrench’s grip and applied more pressure. He was rewarded with a screech as the bolt jerked a whole 15 degrees before getting stuck.

Palms sweaty, feet tapping on the wooden floor slowly, making squeaking noises, heart racing, thoughts wandering but above all these traits of nervousness, Cara's heart is in the right place. She stood in front of Jim's door with her right fist curved into a ball as she considers knocking.

he shared with himself. Notwithstanding his faltering, he actually clicked into the livestream room. As the page stacked, Tim gazed at the screen. Out of nowhere, the screen froze. He was confounded. "Am I stuck? For what reason is the screen stuck?" The screen in the live stream halted at a specific casing a passageway in the place of business. "F*ck! I was deceived by the title! It's not so much as a game!" Tim, who was reviling indignantly, took a gander at the projectile screen that was at that point loaded up with affronts.