Thriller Stories Short Novels & Stories

The vibration of my throat made Brent hiss through his teeth; his hips gave a sharp, violent thrust that buried him even deeper, forcing a tear to escape the edge of the fabric covering my eyes. Hands that I assumed to be Elden's found my breasts then, his fingers ruthless and demanding. He didn't caress; he conquered. He pinched my nipples through the thin, damp silk of my chemise, twisting them with a sadistic pressure that sent jolts of lightning straight to my crotch.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

I picked a thriller, but as it started, Ryan stretched out, his arm draping behind me. His thigh brushed mine, and sparks shot through me. I could smell his clean soap scent, mixed with something masculine that made my mouth water. Halfway through, the plot twisted into something steamier. The main characters, a couple on the run, ended up in a motel room. The screen filled with them kissing, hands roaming. The woman pushed the man against the wall, her fingers tugging at his shirt. He growled and flipped her around, yanking her skirt up. My breath hitched as he exposed her ass, spanking it lightly before sliding his hand between her legs.

My fingers pounded away on the keyboard as in the story I pounded away on Miss Ross. Of course I didn't start fucking her until she had given me an eye rolling blow job that ended with her letting my cum drool out of her mouth and onto her tits. From there she had hopped back onto the desk for me to take over where I left off and suck her off with my fingers buried in her pussy. I described her as wailing like a banshee as she came beneath my eager tongue and telling me to stand back up and slam the shit out of her. The story then went into the two of us going around the world. My stud of a story self banged her with her legs spread wide, bent over her desk, and doggy style on the floor.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

The dirty words coming out of my mouth made me even hornier and I rocked my hips a little chasing his fingers. Grayson rubbed harder pushing the rough fabric between my pussy lips until it dragged over my clit. “You’re leaking all over my seat already. Tell me why you steal Willow. Be fucking honest. No bullshit.” I gasped and gripped my own thighs trying to hold the position while his fingers kept teasing me. “It gives me a rush, okay? When I walk out with something that isn’t mine my heart pounds and my pussy gets tingly. Life here is so boring and small and that little thrill makes me feel alive for a minute. But I hate how it always ends up like this.”

“It’s so swollen… and your cum is leaking out every time I move. This is crazy, Brock. We could get in so much trouble.” “That’s what makes your pussy drip, doesn’t it?” He reached over and shoved two thick fingers inside me without warning, pumping them hard while still driving. “Danger turns you on. Being my dirty little secret while I’m supposed to be saving lives.” I cried out, hips bucking against his hand. The danger was everywhere, the speeding truck, the emergency call, the possibility of other firefighters noticing something was off. But it only made me wetter. “Please… I need more,” I begged, fucking myself on his fingers.

"We want our viewers to masturbate. Some people take longer than others to get off. If your videos are too short, it will turn people off. Too long is ok, they can just click to the end if they're ready, but too short is a problem." Taylor leaned over the laptop and Ben listened patiently. She hovered on a thumbnail of the first video. "Run time: 8 minutes, 20 seconds. Too short." She moved to the next one. "Run time: 9 minutes, 16 seconds." She looked at Ben, then moved to the next video. "6 minutes, 47 seconds. Who can cum that fast?" Ben was getting annoyed. "Ok, ok, I see your point," he huffed. "You don't seem very experienced. As I recall, you haven't had a lot of sexual experience, ha

she murmurs, her hand resting lightly on my arm, fingers tracing a small circle that feels electric, her breath warm against my ear as she leans in. “Let’s make sure the girls get their turn too. I want dares that make the boys squirm, make them beg a little.” Her eyes sparkle with lust, pupils dilated, and she licks her lips again, slower this time, like she’s imagining tasting skin already. Thalia hesitates for a second, her face still flushed, but then she nods, scooting forward, her shorts riding up to show the curve of her ass cheeks, and she takes the notepad from Ronan when he passes it over.

Hi, everyone! This is Curvy Writes, and first things first: I need to take a deep, dramatic bow and then just collapse on the nearest couch. Because, people, we did it! I just want to say a massive, soul-hugging, confetti-tossing THANK YOU to every single one of you who has been reading my short story, "In Her Skin." Seriously, from the bottom of my slightly exhausted but extremely grateful heart, thank you. You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for.