Very Short Stories Novels & Stories

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.

By sunset, that ache had turned into a throbbing, dripping need. No boyfriend. No rules. Just seven days to be a greedy, horny slut. I grabbed the resort tablet and opened the Concierge app. Private Companions. I selected exactly what I wanted: Male. Very tall. Extremely muscular. Hung like a fucking horse. Expert tongue and stamina. No limits. One night. I hit submit, already soaked. Thirty minutes later, a firm knock sounded at the door. I opened it and felt my pussy clench at the sight of him.

It can tell you off with a string of cuss words in a heartbeat and then suck the cocks of 3 men in a swingers group dry in 10 minutes (according to my brother), something I may also write about in the future…But she is kind and always willing to help. Eva is short, about 4’10”, and “sturdy,” in her mid-30s and of Polish-American descent. Her eyes are wide-set and her brunette hair is thick and curly. She has good hips and the good wide ass of a mother of three. Her legs are short and thick, but smooth and seem to belong to a teenager. She takes care of herself. She’s a working-class woman with attitude. She laughs easily with people she knows.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

Chapter 2 “Okay, here’s the idea,” I continue, my throat dry so I grab my beer for a quick sip, the cool liquid doing nothing to calm the fire starting low in my belly. “We grab a jar or a bowl, whatever’s around, and everyone writes down dares on slips of paper. Dirty ones, the stuff we’d never admit out loud normally. Then we draw one at a time, and whoever pulls it has to do it. We set a timer if needed, but the point is to let go, see where it takes us.”

We never got to see how they lived happily though, but the smile in the last scene after which the The End, flew or swivelled or zoomed in, made it obvious. Nisim did tell me later that The Thief was a short story and short stories ended that way! It was five pages long, much longer than the stories in the book Deuta had gifted me on my eleventh Birthday – Aesop’s Fables – the stories in this book were never more than two pages. And always with a moral at the end. The Thief didn’t have a moral – that was the best part though – I never liked memorizing morals. But the thing was, my brother was calling the longest story I had read till then, a short story! By then, though, I had some idea of a

"Please, Edwin, put it in me. Now!" I stripped off my clothes with urgent movements, my nine-inch shaft springing free, fully engorged and throbbing. Sarah’s eyes widened as she looked at it, her breath hitching. She had heard about it, but seeing it in the flesh was different. She looked intimidated, yet her pussy pulsed with an invitation she couldn't ignore.

********************The Long Glass Stretch, was so intense and dirty but she didn’t care all mine at all all she always want is to have sex and getting fuck by different type of objects each and every time and that’s exactly what she is getting now in her pussy, trying out new big, wide, large and massive objects every time she gets***********************

💦The First Night 💦 I never meant to become addicted. It started innocently enough, or at least that’s what I told myself. My name is Mia, 24 years old, living alone in a small but cozy apartment in Chicago. I worked from home as a freelance graphic designer, which meant long hours at my desk with headphones on. But one night, three weeks after I moved in, I forgot to wear them. That was the night everything changed. It was a Thursday, around 11:40 PM. I was lying in bed in nothing but an oversized t-shirt, scrolling through my phone, when I heard it for the first time.