Very Short Stories Novels & Stories

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Both things were equally disarming. “Where did you learn to watch like that?” she asked. “On trains,” he said. “As a boy I crossed borders and learned that eyes are passports. If you look, people hand you their stories. If you keep looking, they hand you their breath.” She felt the line of the dress against her spine as she straightened. The glass sweated against her palm. Down on the water, the tide changed key. It throbbed deeper. The cliff threw the sound back in a way that made the night feel occupied.

“I have my moments.” We talk about everything except football—travel horror stories, worst interviews we’ve done (theirs are better than mine), the general absurdity of adult life. Harper tells a story about accidentally interviewing the wrong athlete at the Olympics—fifteen minutes in before anyone realized. Sloane talks about the time she got stuck in an airport for three days covering a story that fell through. I tell them about the teammate who thought “per diem” was a type of pasta. It’s easy. Natural. The kind of conversation that makes hours feel like minutes.

Especially Jake and Tyler. They were the closest to my brother. They were also the ones who gave me wet dreams. I noticed the way their gazes lingered on my legs whenever I wore shorts, the way they intentionally brushed past me whenever we passed each other in the kitchen. The tension was electric and I didn't know what to do with all that without seeming desperate. So like the normal person I was, I found solace in watching p**n. It was my guilty pleasure that no one knew about. And I didn't intend to let anyone know that I got myself off by watching other people getting fucked.

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

Chapter 2: Sex with my best friend: Tale of a Bi- curious boy. Just to refresh memories, my name is Chris. I’m a bi-curious 19 year old with short, blonde hair. I’m about six feet tall with a nicely sculpted body. Skinny by nature, frisky by choice. My friend, Alex, is slightly shorter and skinnier than I am; again with blonde hair and a few muscles here and there.

The build is quick, and since I'm still sensitive, I climax fast, hoping we can do this over and over again. This Creampie Massage.

I inquired. Rolling her eyes she quickly ran back up the stairs and returned after a few seconds. “Now can you read me a story?” “Oh, I don’t know Angela” I say, glancing at my watch. “It’s pretty late.” She gave me a sad stare. “Fine, fine.” I say laughing. “But it had better be quick.” “Okay, i’ll go choose a book” she says, running off.

She laughed and thought to herself "my weakness is teachers". -Well, I already told you my whole life story. Of course, when she told her life story she didn't include Gabriel. -Well look my life is not that interesting it is very common I have a family that does not live here my family is European I came to visit this country and I stayed here my family is a very traditionalist family they come from time to time to see me and I also go there from time to time I have two more brothers they live with my parents and I am a professor at several universities, so as you see my life is not very interesting.

Swastik said "wait a second what is with this ms.Fireball? Her name is Manyata." Kashvi said with a confusing face "that you should ask your brother what he was doing yesterday." Manyata said "it's a short story but I won't tell you. Just know that your friend know me from yesterday and I know her. Not face to face but we know each other." Swastik said with a shrugg "what does it mean?" Ashvi asked "nothing. Leave it I'm not in the mood. We have more lectures to attend," Manyata said