Thriller Stories Short 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.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

It would make her fantasies so much more real. While Mr. Ryan worked on his belt, the redhead tried to stand. “No.” He barked. “Stay where you are.” He pulled at his zipper until it pushed over the bulge. Jessica melted when the heavy length of his c**k sprung free. Her thighs quivered beneath the desk and her juices soaked her fingers. It was incredible, so thick and engorged. Throbbing the way Jessica's clit throbbed. She licked her lips, eager to take him inside her p***y. Since she couldn't, she stuck one finger in her hole, in an effort to satisfy the ache.

His stare pierced through me, but for once, it wasn’t me who felt owned, it was him, waiting to see just how far I’d go. I undid his zip and his cock came out dangling bloody hell nine inches? I love them huge. I inserted it down my throat and he released a tiny gasp. “Ohh boyyy”

Don Niko didn't save me from the hands of death only for me to betray him like this. ‘You already messed up. Retrace your fucking steps Thalia,’ my innervoice urged me, making me slip my hands into my bag. My fingers curled tightly around the gun, my heart fluttering with fear as I slowly pulled it out. In my three years of murdering people, I'd never felt so scared to shoot someone. Christ. Was this what it felt like to be dickmatized? I discarded the thought. I wasn't weak. I wasn't sentimental. It was just sex and nothing more. It didn't change the fact that he was my target to assassinate.

Thrust in—hard, deep—one brutal stroke that buried him completely. Lila gasped—sharp, needy. Hands scrabbled on the table, knocking a small candle stand sideways. He started fucking her—long, powerful strokes that rattled the silver vessels around them. Chalice clinked against paten. Each thrust rocked her back—breasts bouncing under the habit, nipples hard and visible through the wool.

My thin panties were ruined, and my pussy throbbed with a need I couldn’t ignore anymore. I told myself I would just touch a little. Just enough to take the edge off. My hand slipped under the waistband of my shorts, fingers sliding through my slick folds. A soft moan escaped my lips as I circled my swollen clit. But it wasn’t enough. My mind kept replacing my fingers with Ethan’s — rougher, thicker, more confident. A soft creak made me freeze. The bedroom door opened slowly. Ethan stepped inside, closing it behind him with a quiet click. He was still wearing only those grey sweatpants, his chest rising and falling like he had been fighting himself for hours.

In his apartment, Rick runs to his computer, dragging the chair quickly. He sits down and, looking at the blank page that haunted him, quickly begins to write. ‘As a critic of eroges, I have played dozens, hundreds, and I could even say that counting the small freelance jobs, I would easily reach a thousand. And in all of them, I have seen and done everything. I have seen good stories with poorly drawn characters and mediocre stories whose characters have great designs. I’ve seen nothing flashy projects that end up becoming little hidden gems for fans of this genre called for perverts.’

he said looking at Shandall this time. “Oh, I’m fine Mr. Seigfred but, wait a moment, I will get something,” Shandall replied and got out of the room. After a moment she returned with a pocketbook in her hand. “Mr. Seigfred, this is an English Romantic Suspense Thriller story that I recently wrote, maybe you can try reading it when you have it during your spare time. Its book launching would be two weeks from now, so I hope you and Atty. Yhera could come and be my special guests.” Shandall said inviting Seigfred and Atty. Yhera.

Each thrust dragged me higher. “You’re my slut,” He groaned between thrusts, his grip bruising my hips. “Say it.” “I’m your slut,” I moaned loudly. The sound of flesh slapping filled the car, along with my moans that broke free despite his command. Adrian reached low, pinching my hard nipples. He twisted it, causing me to cry out in pleasure. “Good girl,” He whispered. “Now come for me.” The permission broke me. My body shook, my orgasm tearing through me like a storm. It was uncontrollable.