Short Stories

Welcome to my short story teaser page. I hope these shorts entice you to want to read more of my work.

Sadist

Oct 17, 2024

His words would slide into my subconscious. He would find that sweet spot making me forget everything I hated about him. His kisses had a way of making all of my guards fall. It was the way he could touch me and never find a flaw. 

His tongue was a blade to cut right through my better judgment. I'd bleed in passion all I could see was red. His lips were the pillow to lay on mine and they pressed just a little closer than before. I let him in, and he is the reason for my blood to spill. 

I hated him, but I couldn’t get enough of him. I was becoming a masochist. He would give me that stimulation of torture that I couldn't deny. He was a master with his hands in the way he knew exactly what part of me would jump at the mercy of him. 

I hated him for having my heart, he carved new scars into me like I would forever be his. All because I could never say no. He was the sadist who had me first. A fist full of my hair his whispers would bring those traces to the surface. He etched his way into my soul. He is stained as a constant reminder. My mind would rewind as to why we parted, and the truth is I hated to be seen naked by the eyes of a man who knew me better than I knew myself. It's the loss of control and how logic becomes non-existent trying to stay in reality. Good girls don't do bad things. His hands on my throat with that long his and his tongue grabbing mine. He took my breath away, falling into his arms. Going into a slumber and him sliding into the darkest parts of me, and seeing that look he would give. That made me feel beautiful. Together we played in the dark.

Handyman

Oct 17, 2024

It wasn't his smile that I noticed at first. It was his chiseled arms as he worked on his truck.

The way he knew how to use his hands and he did it with confidence. Sweat dripped from his face and how determined he was. I was getting hot watching him. Finding myself sweaty, and wishing I wasn't restricted by the clothes I had on. My bra felt like torture having to wear. Then I saw his lips as he drank from his water bottle. I watched him as my fingers caressed my neck but then his eyes wandered in my direction and my face turned blush. That's when he took his shirt off. I, saw him flexing his muscles. I started to walk back to my house I couldn't stand it.

Seeing him I wanted to fantasize about what a man like that could do to me. It was a shame I had to do it with a vibrator, it wasn't the same as a man's hands. "Scarlett the handyman is coming over." My sister hired someone to fix my air conditioner. It looked like I wasn't going to take my frustration out on my vibrator after all. He knocked at my door with his chiseled arms and that smile that he just happened to find himself at my door. My fantasy man was at my house. "I'm Keith, I heard you needed me.? Aren't you the woman I just saw who was watching me?" My face turned blush trying not to panic I wasn't the type to stare but you can't put candy in front of me and expect me not to stare. "I wasn't watching you I was just curious I hadn't seen you around before." Keith smiled knowing that I was trying to deny anything. "We'll show me where this air conditioner is so you don't have to be so hot." He was teasing me I just knew it. He said that on purpose and my air conditioner was in my bedroom. "I don't know how you can stand this heat, how long has it been like this?" Biting my lip as I stared at him trying to fix my air. I wanted him to fix me. " It happened yesterday but yeah last night was not fun trying to sleep." He found the problem and was able to fix it. "Come here let me show you something." He showed me the problem standing behind me as he gave me a lesson on my air. "You see your air should come out cold like this, and make a habit of replacing your filters. If you need me, I'm right up the road if you get hot again." He wanted to fix me with the bulge in his pants. Our hot breath was escaping us, and I was trying to utter the words thank you. His hands found their way to my hips. "Is there anything else I can help you with before I go?" The inside of my shorts was getting wet, my thighs were sticky, and I wanted to get dirty in a whole other way. His breath was on my neck and his lips gracefully touched. I didn't want to move and I was afraid to say anything. But this was not the way I normally welcome a new neighbor. He felt good, and I couldn’t find the words to ask him to stop, but I didn’t want to. I needed him to work out my body. It had been too long since a man had touched me. He just kept staring at me with those blue eyes. “Tell me what you want.” My body shivered to hear those words. I don’t just hook up with a random stranger. I always played it safe, but damn my body was on fire from his touch. He didn't come over to fix anything and wanted to fix something in my body. He had just the tools I needed as I felt him get closer to me. 

Orgasm Denial

He tortures my mind. The mental aspect of my submission. He knows I can't find the words to say no to him.
Miles apart, and he demands for my hands to act as his. He listens to my voice as I try to speak, and how hard I aim to please. I parted these lips for him. Hearing my fingers slide between my thighs. He could hear my slippery slope. His voice would shake me. I'd try to sustain his request to hold. I knew as soon as he spoke my body would vibrate in response. I wanted to hear him say those words to me. I wanted to be his good girl. He had my every orgasm, but I needed his hands, his presence. I needed to see that look in his eyes of ownership. I'd be right on the edge. Legs spread, fingers deep. I'd be on the edge begging for him. My body would deny me the pleasure like almost.
Denied by my own orgasm because I needed to feel him.
 

Lost

Lost in my mind I went to caress my body in the shower. Washing away everything I didn't want. Feeling how hot the water would trickle down my skin was long and needed. Feeling silly as I played with the suds between my fingers. Letting go, and massaging myself, my hands would find themselves in hidden places. Slipping in between as I washed away the stress. I was finding myself stretching parts that needed the attention. The shower head I brought between me. I parted my thighs leaning into the wall. The pressure on high and my lips turning red. I wanted it out, I wanted to scream I wanted to feel everything at a high speed. My legs were trembling trying not to go weak. But I couldn't stop. I wanted to orgasm till I fell to the floor, and the world could hear my ecstasy. I didn't care I wanted to be selfish and for once it was about me. I abused that shower head and I couldn't tell you how many orgasms I gave. I just thought of the last time a man really put my needs first and made me feel alive. I really missed that feeling. I lost track of the time, when my legs finally gave out. My lips were raw and sore. But I still wanted more. I sat in that shower completely open.

The Count

It was in your eyes that I was already yours.
I felt bare with your glancing stare. That I couldn't hide my vulnerability and I didn't want too.
I stood still in your presence. My lips shivering and exposed as you untied every secret that lied beneath the surface.
The exterior of the woman who carried the weight of the world. That everyone assumed the worst of. But not you, your eyes saw the woman who just wanted to let go, and love. Stepping into her feminine energy. That didn't have to be afraid to be bare. But would finally have permission to feel.
Your Lips pressed into mine, my eyes closed and every guard came crashing down.
It was like the Berlin wall had finally fallen.
Your hands swept my face in one swift motion. And when my lips slightly parted, and I took that kiss deeper. I breathed, and in your arms I felt safe.
I didn't feel tough, I didn't need to hide, and I could just breathe. You pulled me into your lap, called me beautiful and I laughed in freedom.
Your fingers traced me. Searching for that one desire.
That would make me inhibited.
Kissing my goosebumps that could tell a story that only you could comprehend.
The way that first touch had me speechless we had met before. The way I felt my breaths, they would slow down and all I could hear was the pitter patter sounds of my heartbeat against yours. You took your time prying me open, your fingers gently nudged me.  When I felt your neck nuzzle into mine I couldn't say no and I couldn't remember how to utter it. You had me under this spell of passion. You went between my thighs, and I gasped and I let go. I allowed you to part me without hesitation. Feeling your fingers between me. You holding my body down, feeling crazed by you. Whispering good girl in my ear. You counted every finger in me. " 1, 2, 3, and when you got to 4 I felt the sting of vibrations take over every inch of me. Taking your hand to my mouth, going "shhhh..." because I wasn't just letting go. Tonight I felt everything with you. We painted the room in a mess. Tonight you made me squirt, and I had you suck it and it felt amazing to lose complete control.

Lessons

His lips, those beautiful thick luscious lips. How dare a man have lips like his. For hours I'd watch his mouth during lectures trying to stay focused on the curriculum. But my imagination had a plan of its own. I'd shiver down my spine every time he called out my name. "Claire, why don't you start our reading off today." He liked to pick on me, but he was a delicious silver fox, he could do whatever he wanted to me. I'd read out loud, being a little hesitant. He knew that I was shy, and my lips would pause with hesitation. The truth was I was trying to refrain from what I'd like to say to him. Just his mind and wisdom had my heart pulsating. Something was so hot about an older man with experience. I was seriously obsessed with the idea of him. "Claire can you meet me in my office after class I need to speak with you." I got good grades, and as far as I knew I wasn't in any kind of trouble. "Yes, I can." I waited at his office trying to get out of my head. I was only 18 and I knew he was my teacher, but I wasn't interested in learning in the classroom. Watching his fingers stroke through that silver hair of his. Wishing his fingers were in my hair, or those lips. Those damn plush lips of his that looked tender, and soft to touch had me feeling my panties full of cream. All I did was live in my head and dare I admit it out loud. I was a freshman in college and still a virgin. "Claire you can come in." He opened the door, and I took a seat. My hands were between my thighs, and I was nervous as to why he would call me in. "I wanted to speak with you about your behavior in class. You seem to be daydreaming a lot, and I know your grades are good. But I'd like to see you more engaged in my class." Picking my nails I didn't know what else to say. He was watching my legs shake seeing that I was nervous. "I'm just shy, I mean I can try." Putting his hand on my leg. "Claire you can tell me anything it's okay. What you say stays between us. Let's start with what you're daydreaming about maybe I can help." His lips were so close, and his eyes I swore they could see me completely naked. "You'll think I'm crazy if I tell you. I'd probably have to drop your class." A puzzled look on his face, of why I'd have to drop his class." He kneeled in front of me. I took his hand between my thighs. "Claire, what are you doing?" I've been daydreaming about you, and I know it's wrong, and I do want you to be my teacher in so many ways. This is why I'd have to drop your class. I sit in the back, and I'll part my thighs. Sliding a finger up my skirt, thinking about you." Suddenly it was just silence after I had said what I did. Rubbing his beard trying to find the words he wanted to say my thighs were trembling in fear. “Claire you know the policy on teachers and students, and I know you are a good girl, right?” I nodded my head, and he walked over to lock the door, it was after hours and nobody was around. But when he called me a good girl my thighs started to get sticky from excitement. I wanted to touch myself so badly in front of him. “Yes, I am a good girl, I’m sorry.” He sat next to me pulling up a chair. “I think you should drop my class, but I can continue to teach you just not here.” My eyes widen with curiosity. “What do you mean?” Staring into my eyes his hand graced my thigh, going up into my skirt, and I took a deep breath. “Wait, I have to tell you something. I’m embarrassed, but I’m a virgin.” I saw his smile, he wasn’t disappointed at all. “You are perfect, and a forbidden fruit, such a good girl. I mean it looks like I need to teach you discipline on how to be a good girl.” My heart slowed down, and my breath got heavy. “First lesson, don't cum.” His fingers fondled me, massaging my clit. My thighs shuddered from his touch, and my goosebumps were telling a story of my desires. He whispered, “Don’t cum.” Only had me biting my upper lip till they could bleed, and he had me on the edge of the seat, my skirt became just a decoration as he circled in different motions. I wanted to be a good girl. I was right there, and that's when his hand went on the inside of my panties tickling my lips. Watching him licking me with his fingers. “Good girl, now tomorrow you will drop my class, do you understand?” I nodded, and I had to ask. “So now what?” I watched him lick those lips, and those damn lips are what draws me into him. “Now, you learn something new, and I’m not going to be your teacher, I’m going to be your daddy, and you are going to make the perfect little one to train.” My face lit up, knowing that he wanted me to call him daddy. “Yes, daddy.” “Claire I will take you, but first you will climax before I ever get between your thighs.