Txt Stories Novels & Stories

ISABELLE’S POV I flip the page of the book with the help of my left hand. The name of the book which I am currently reading is “The tales of Ash Ville”. It is a nice book and it includes the horror stories of the town. It is a fictional book but I like it and has captured my attention. I found this in the library a few weeks back and I thought to read it. Today I saw it in the books which I had not read so I decided to read this one.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

destiny? Teeet..Teeet.. A message, came in into my phone. I'd be a little late than our agreed time, ok? - It was my friend Sir Dan who was texting. . No problem. So long as you are sure he will bring me home later. Haha - I texted back. Yes, he will.

Without uttering another word, Luyando grabbed her purse from the couch and stormed out of the house, banging the glass door on her way out. With his hands in his pockets, Tulani went to position himself in front of Natasha, and looking into her eyes he said; “Ex-boyfriend?I didn’t think I counted as an ex. I thought I was just some fling you couldn’t wait to get rid of…something to keep you company while you waited for your husband to set himself straight.” “That’s unfair Tula,” Natasha said, moving away from him so he could not see her reaction. “I still remember every single detail of that day Tasha.” He said. “I can even recite the words you said in my sleep.”

His warm breath tickled me as he blew air at my damp entrance. I shivered. Then I felt his tongue lick a stripe through my slit. I arched my back, clenching the bedsheets harder. My body trembled under him. He sucked on my entrance, and I felt his tongue dive into me. I reached my hands towards his blonde locks; he was still my king even though he was on his knees between my legs. “You can touch me if you want,” he said. “I am your mate. Touch me.” I hesitantly caressed his head. It felt so soft, like cotton.

EMMA My body was still trembling, thighs slick with our mixed juices, when Sarah lifted herself off me. Her face glistened with my cum, lips swollen and shiny. I lay there on the couch, naked and panting, my perky tits heaving, my shaved pussy still pulsing and leaking from the intense orgasm she’d just given me. Jake stood beside us, his thick cock still half-hard, glistening with the last drops of his own release. The sight of his cum streaking across Mom’s ass and my thighs made my clit throb all over again.

As their tongues began to move, Henry prompted, “The stories. Begin.” Nancy’s voice was muffled against Ruby’s flesh, but audible. “I… I once shit myself… during a final exam in college,” she confessed, the words agony. “I was so nervous… I tried to hold it… I ruined my favorite jeans… had to walk out with everyone knowing…” As she spoke, her tongue worked furiously on Ruby’s clit, as if trying to lick away the memory.

THE NEXT STORY Tessa I perched on the edge of the bed, the red silk of my dress gliding over my thighs like a lover’s touch. The hotel room was quiet, save for the steady buzz of my phone vibrating on the nightstand. Another text from Mark. Another excuse. "We need to talk about this. You’re overreacting. Call me." Overreacting. That fucking word.

"I'm not saying that to pressure you into anything. I know things are complicated, I know there's a whole question hanging over both of us that neither of us can answer yet. I just needed to say it out loud, finally, instead of choking on it every time I almost do." I sat there with his jacket wrapped around my shoulders, the smell of him surrounding me, my heart doing something complicated and painful and hopeful all at once, and I thought about six months of nights spent crying into a pillow so my mother wouldn't hear, six months of a rule I'd made and broken a hundred times in my own head even when I never broke it out loud, six months of loving someone I wasn't allowed to love anymore. "