Very Short Stories Novels & Stories

Today, Mom’s gone for a five-day conference, and I saw my chance. I put on my tightest bum shorts, the kind that hug my ass cheeks, and a crop top that pushes my breasts up, nipples poking through the thin fabric. I went downstairs where he was watching TV, his eyes flicking to my butt as I walked in. I knew he couldn’t resist staring at my curves. I sat on the couch, crossing my legs, scrolling on my phone but watching him from the corner of my eye. His gaze kept drifting to me, and I felt my pussy get wet just thinking about it. I couldn’t wait anymore. I stood up and walked over to him.

I shouldn’t have come to work today. If it were up to me, I’d still be curled up in bed, lying in frustration. But here I was, slumped lazily behind my desk, forcing myself to look busy. Forcing myself to work. I flipped through a stack of assignments, from the freshmen literature class, anything to distract myself from the restless ache burning between my thighs. That was when I saw it. Noah’s paper. The instructions I had given were simple: write a short romance story of your choice. Most students had submitted predictable storylines,—sweet shy crushes, innocent first kisses. But Noah’s title stopped me cold.

A gift for all my slow romance erotica lovers, a short story from: dividing and conquering the professor I,II,III Lily's POV With my tongue tucked in my cheeks, I press the new toy against my pussy wall and the strong vibration causes my body to shake. “Ahh…” the small whimper that slips out, bounces off the bathroom wall. Biting my lips and pressing my thighs together only makes my moans come out louder. It's been too long since I got fucked, too long that a vibrator feels like paradise to me at the moment.

Focus on breathing in and out, slowly. Me: I'm trying. You yelling at me is not helping. Malloree: Oh for fucks sake. Isn't there some hot guy there to drool over instead of freaking out about the plane crashing? Me: Fuck you :) I love her but this shit is not helping. She manages to change the subject to her latest conquest before telling me she can't wait to hear how my latest travel faux pas goes. And it will be a disaster. Malloree: When does your flight leave? Weren't you supposed to be gone at like four?

Due to this, there was a novel that was a hit on w******l, titled 'SEX ADDICTED BOYFRIEND' It was a romance novel, where the male lead was only about having sex with his girlfriend, which the girl didn't mind of course. Seeing how their relationship was moving, without him making any attempt to ask her to marry him, the female lead started getting worried. He was very handsome and a lot of girls want to snatch him from her, but luckily, he was really in love with her. The issue was, sex. He just couldn't do without it for a week. A part of her was scared for getting dump after they've had so much sex, so she was trying to hint him into proposing to her.

She likes it when he is rough on her. Rome's gaze was drawn to her clothes when their lips separated again. He yanked her clothing down quickly, although it was clear that he was trying hard not to rip it. Rome was impatient, so she anticipated him to ruin her clothes, as he always did when they made love. Fortunately, Rome appeared to have known she had no spare garments in case he wrecked her clothes. After removing her garments, Rome claimed her lips again while his two palms fondled her breasts. Then Rome kissed her on the neck from her lips. He kissed, lapped, and sucked every part of her neck that would leave a mark, and Channy's breathing sped when Rome's fingers began to play with he

Asha My name is Asha, and I’m a pretty average girl. I have average-length hair, a normal-shaped head, and thank heavens my hairline is still intact despite my love for sleek ponytails. My face is nothing close to stunning beauty that would make people turn around and maybe hit a wall while looking at me. And, no, I am not ugly either. Although I am not short, I’m not too tall either. I’m part of a baseball team, so the regular practice has left me toned in the right places, but I admit I have a bit of a pouch in my lower belly that won’t go away, no matter how much I work out. So, I’m not anyone special, but more of an average girl who can blend into a crowd. I would have said I have an ave

I scrambled to gather my clothes from the floor, my hands trembling violently as I pulled my tiny pink cotton shorts back over my hips and adjusted the thin white tank top. Just hours ago, these same two men had been holding me against their warm, sweating skin. They had been kissing me passionately, whispering rough commands, and filling my body until I felt completely wanted, consumed, and alive for the first time in years. Now, in the blink of an eye, they were retreating behind the familiar, impenetrable walls of their old hostility.

I teased him and I stroked his dick harder with my hands He groaned out, stiffening his body and I put my mouth on the tip, rounding on it and slowly bopping on it. I circled my lips on his dick, sucking it like was a lollipop and I moved my head so the bopping motion would add more pleasure to what I was doing. “Yes. Just like that. Move faster. Stroke my cock harder too.” He held my ponytail back and made me move faster, my body jerking. “Yes, Don.” I did more funny styles on his dick until I was satisfied and I pulled down my short. “There is this feeling of goodness that I feel whenever I see you drop your shorts.

Chapter 2: Finger fucking in class I walked into Professor Harlan’s lecture hall the next morning wearing my shortest skirt yet, my heart pounding with excitement. I had no panties underneath, it was just my smooth, bare skin that was already getting slick from the thrill of what I planned to do. After yesterday’s little show in Blake’s office, I knew I had his attention, and now I was going to push him further.