Tales Novels & Stories

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

I arrived at the popular bar, Concave Bar, and slipped into one of the stools, waving my hand in the air to signal the bartender. “Anything hot, please,” I ordered. He gave me a quick nod. Different questions swirled in my head, searching for answers but finding none. Just as the bartender returned with a glass of what I had requested, my mother walked in, sitting next to me. “Exactly what she ordered!” she told the bartender. My lips curled up into a smile as I tasted the liquid. I was sure it was ethanol as the burning sensation coursed down my throat. “Is there something you aren't telling me, Alana?” My mother asked, her question a little bit annoying.

A Dog’s Tale I remember being born, that may seem a strange concept to humans but it isn’t really for Dogs. I remember being snuggled and warm then suddenly being pushed out into a very bright light. It wasn’t pleasant, and I was afraid but then a warm wet tongue began to clean me and a soft voice spoke welcoming me to this strange bright world and pushing me to a teat full of her delicious milk. Everything was blurry and muffled but I felt safe listening to the steady beat of my Mother’s heart through her soft flank. Those first few days were strange, I did very little except eat and sleep but I was aware of ‘something.’ I did not know what it was but I knew it was waiting for me.

I shifted my hips restlessly, my body desperate for more contact, more pressure, more of anything. Tina's lips trailed from my breast up the curve of my neck, kissing along my jaw, my cheek, the corner of my mouth. Her hand left my breast and traveled downward. Slowly. Torturously slowly. Fingertips tracing a path down my ribs, across my stomach, over the soft skin below my navel. I held my breath. Her fingers stopped just above where I needed them most. "There are different types of orgasms," Tina murmured against my ear, her voice low and deliberate. "And tonight I'm going to teach you every single one."

She smooths it down anyway as she walks toward the exit on trembling legs, toys still humming softly inside her, she feels it: the slow trickle of her own release sliding down her inner thigh. Her phone buzzes again. Fourth gift tomorrow. Four calling birds. You’ll be the one calling screaming my name. I’m bringing company. Three more days of this pace. Three more levels of ruin. And she’s already soaked the seat of a lecture hall for him. She steps into the hallway. The toys pulse once a little reward. She whimpers. Nine days left. She’s never going to be clean again

“You here for the beer or the trouble?” “Both.” He knocked back the whiskey and signaled for another. “Heard Caleb Hart’s been smiling more lately. And Boone’s been riding better since that therapist stuck around.” Tess raised an eyebrow. “You keeping tabs on the whole network now?” Colt’s gaze dragged over her slow. “Just noticing patterns. Pretty women show up in these parts, things change.”

Scheur POV I kept my eyes fixed on the stone floor as I carried the heavy laundry basket down the dimly lit hallway. In this world, humans knew their place — especially when serving werewolves. Two years in the palace had taught me one unbreakable rule: avoid them like poison. Speak only when spoken to. Never meet their eyes. Never linger. A burst of excited voices echoed from the servants’ quarters. I hesitated, then stepped closer and set the basket down.

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

Thaddeus Carter, seven years old, stood knee-deep in the cold shallows of the river weaving his way closer to a flight of half-starved black swans. The river raced with such brute force he had to brace himself with every step he took to remain upright. Though he tried to remain calm as much as he could to avoid alerting the swans, he soon fell into the puddle for the tenth time. The resulting splash was just like it had been. He had stood upright and had continued his quest, as focused as before.

“You think I am old? Age is just a number. I still believe I am young. You never know, I might even outlive you.” Shiva’s face tensed a little. He looked down, avoiding the old man’s eyes. They stepped out of the store, filled with their own thoughts, and ambled in opposite directions towards their homes. Shiva carried a short-stories collection in his backpack from the shop. Mr. Ben had told him he could take any book from the shop to read. He planned to read it to his sister at night. She loved stories, especially those with happy endings. She loved to imagine herself as a character in those stories and live the happy lives vicariously. This was the only pleasure Shiva could give her – for