The Forbidden Shorts Novels & Stories

“But I don’t miss who I was when it controlled me.” He nods, like that’s exactly the answer he expected. Outside, the city wakes slowly. Someone laughs. A door slams. Life, unfiltered. I take a sip of coffee and let the warmth settle. For a long time, I thought forbidden meant wrong. Now I know better. Forbidden meant unexplored. Unacknowledged. Powerful enough to change me. And it did. Not by breaking me. By teaching me that desire doesn’t need permission to exist, only honesty.

I was hopeful this wouldn’t be too bold. “Holy shit!” I gasped to myself when I saw Franny coming back down the stairs. Franny had removed her tight designer jeans and was now wearing a pair of indecently short gym shorts. Her red satin halter top has been replaced by a cut of sweat shirt that is sleeveless and is cut off so short that it barely covers her pointy cone shaped tits.

I stood there awkwardly near the doorway, completely unsure how to draw his attention toward me properly. I remember I was told to initiate to show willingness and if he doesn’t like me, I could get a strike. 3 strike and I am out and would be needing to refund the eighty grand, I can’t do that when spending it was worth it. So, a crazy Idea pop in, I pick a grape in my mouth and gently remove his newspaper, his eyes found mine as I sat on his lap, I place it at the tip, watching him slowly want to take it.

Rebecca loved to call her Kathy while Katerina loved to call her Beks. “You know what? Maybe it was your prince charming, you know? Like in the movies where the prince rescues the damsel in distress,” Rebecca said, trying to lighten up the mood. She always knew how to make the mood lighter. Katerina smiled softly. But then bits of memory flashed. She looked confused. “What is it, Kathy? I was only joking. Didn't mean it literally.” Just then, another piece of memory flashed in Katerina's brain. “Easy”- she had heard a voice. Calm but with a hint of worry in it.

Stuffing my fists inside my pockets, I revealed without showing gratitude for her words, " Well, It was fun to watch you drowning honestly. But I still have business with you. So I decided to jump after one minute, 30 seconds." Her mouth hung open in awe as I walked out from there and went straight for my push-up. [[CLARA'S POV ]] Asshole! I cursed furiously at his retreating figure. No wonder, my half-subconscious mind started to wander on the thought of why didn't anyone jump in to save me. Although I was on the verge of thinking that I was dying! He was merciless in torturing me under the water even though I had the possibility of dying. I didn't know how to swim at all. I was kind of afr