Very Short Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He had some good technique — likely wasted on Penelope — and I couldn’t wait to see what he did with that tongue on my clit. “Let’s see what’s behind door number one,” I teased, sliding down his body to unbutton his khaki golf shorts and jerk them down to his knees. His cock sprang from his boxers, tenting the material as it strained like a wild beast eager to be free. I molded the fabric around the shape of his erection and smiled my approval.

I was left standing alone in the darkness of the night like a clown that no one cared about. I made an appointment for an abortion on my phone. Then, I turned to leave. I'd spent the past 15 years trying and failing to win Benjamin's heart. If that was the case, I didn't want it anymore. It was late at night when I returned to the nearest town. I got a room at a hotel and drifted off into a restless sleep. In the wee hours of the morning, I was jolted awake by the ringing of my phone. My superior at the TV station sounded anxious yet excited. "I heard a 5.3-degree earthquake happened at the old settlement near your location. You need to head there immediately to get the latest scoop!"

Amanda sat in her small apartment in Surulere after another long, boring day at the office. Twenty-four years old, with a tight athletic body from years of gym work — perky C-cup tits, a tiny waist that curved out into a fat, juicy ass that made men stare. She was tired. Tired of vanilla boyfriends who lasted five minutes and called it romance. She wanted to be used. Broken. Turned into something less than a person.

Only the words “Valid for one weekend. Use once. Burn after.” She stared at the picture every night while her vibrator buzzed between her legs and her husband slept in the next room. The fantasies grew darker each time. Five strangers. A penthouse suite. No names. No limits except the safe word she knew she would never use. Just a weekend of being used so thoroughly she would feel them for weeks. Friday arrived cold and wet. She told her husband she was having a girls’ night in the city. He kissed her cheek and told her to have fun. She almost came right there in the doorway from the guilt and the thrill.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

Lena's heart raced as she realized the night was about to get much filthier. The first two new guys arrived in under ten minutes. They walked in and stopped dead at the sight of the naked, cum soaked woman on the floor. "Holy shit," one of them said, already pulling his shorts down. "You guys were not lying." Lena smiled weakly and spread her legs wider. "Come use me. All of you."

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the pleasure they had both received; tonight had definitely been fun. How I Will Eat Your Pussy1:: This short story of how I would eat your pussy. It was written just for you. Read it and enjoy it while stroking your sweet wet pussy.

He gained his trust in 5 years which he definitely couldn't let go so easily. Keith saw an old woman walking down the street and she seemed weak to him. He made sure no one was around and the old woman was alone. He reached his hand down to his pocket and held his knife which was covered He walked slowly and waited for the old woman to come closer to him. As the woman came closer, he took out his knife and pointed it towards her wrinkled face. “Give me your valet old woman! Hurry up!" The old woman shivered and held her paper bag close to her chest.

Chapter 2 My pussy flooded hotter, soaking the crotch of my shorts so I could feel the fabric clinging wet between my legs. I reached back with my free hand and stroked his hard cock over his pants, wrapping my fingers around the thick length and squeezing so I could feel every vein and the way the head was already leaking enough precum to make a damp spot on the fabric. “Shit, it’s so thick,” I breathed out, stroking him slowly and firmly while he kept mauling my tits with both hands now, one on each, lifting and squeezing them together so they spilled over his fingers.

STORY FIVE Gina’s POV Yayy! I'm getting fucked tonight! My name is Gina, and I had missed my boyfriend so much it hurt. I arrived at the train station early, my heart racing with anticipation. The place buzzed with the usual chaos; announcements crackling overhead, travelers rushing past with suitcases in tow—but my mind was elsewhere.