18 Ultra Short Erotic Tales Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Carl East
than Catherine, but she was just as wet and willing
for action. She pushed back as I would enter and it felt amazing.
Catherine
was moaning slightly and when I turned to look in her direction, her finger was
buried inside her own pussy as she watched the show. I, on the other hand, was
now as deep as I could go, with my pelvis slapping Mary's behind with each
thrust and eliciting a whimper whenever I moved forward. She soon started to
cum again, almost collapsing with the intensity of it all.
Catherine
was also coming again, speeding up the finger that was working on her clit. By
the time I stopped, we had almost all come together and collapsed onto the
floor.
That
was the first time we got together, and as I was leaving that night, I knew it
wouldn't be the last.
The End
Just another Day
I
remember dying, I just don't remember how. I'd been in a hotel and was on my
way to pay the bill, but that is the last thing I remember. Now I'm in heaven
or some such place, because people are wandering about aimlessly and I am
writing my life story. I got here yesterday I think, and the first thing I was
asked to do is write my life story.
I
had gotten as far as my adult life then didn't know how to progress. I mean,
could you tell them about your sexual experiences while you were in heaven, or wherever
I was. I tried to ask someone, but there didn't seem to be anyone of authority
here. It's certainly not, what I expected heaven to be like, or feel like for
that matter.
This
is strange; the writing has appeared on the page, just as I thought about it. I
don't need this pen anymore; I will transfer all my thoughts over to the page.
Let's see now, I...um...oh yes, it was in my second year at college that I had my
first sexual experience.
I'd
gone to the library. I was looking for a book about ancient Greece. However, I
was disturbed by a young man who walked straight into me. He apologized and I
said something flippant and regretted it straight afterwards, because I caught
sight of his eyes. He had the brightest shade of deep-blue eyes I'd ever seen
and had the looks to go with them.
I
found myself staring as he walked off, apologizing again as he did so. I had
never really paid much attention to boys before; I was always too busy getting
prepared for my future. However, he made me wonder what I'd been missing, so I
decided to introduce myself. Then I remembered that I hadn't exactly taken the
accident with much grace or dignity.
I
watched to see where he was headed and then having gotten my book, I walked
over to join him.
"I'm
sorry I snapped at you back there, it was just the shock," I said, placing
my books onto the table.
"That's
okay, it was my fault," he replied, indicating the chair in front of me.
I
sat down and opened my book, and then glanced up to see if he was looking—he
wasn't. I remember thinking, why do we go through all these games, just to
get to know someone , and then I plucked up the nerve to say something.
"What
are you studying?"
"I'm
studying Greek Mythology or more precisely heroes of Greek Mythology."
"Well,
what a coincidence, I happen to be studying ancient Greece," I replied,
wanting him to continue.
"I
see."
Not exactly,
the response I had in mind and then I looked down and realized what I was
wearing. I wore a faded pair of pants, a very proper blouse with a cardigan.
Not exactly sexy, if you know what I mean. I decided there and then that my
image would change from this day forth and promptly excused myself from the
table.
The
next day, I wore a short skirt, which revealed my long shapely legs, and a low-cut
top that revealed more than it did the last time I wore it, which only went to
show how little I dressed up. I didn't get to see him again until late
afternoon, and although he checked out my body, I got the distinct feeling he
didn't recognize me.
I
introduced myself again, only this time I told him my name.
"Hello
again," I said, standing over him, "I'm Samantha, you
for action. She pushed back as I would enter and it felt amazing.
Catherine
was moaning slightly and when I turned to look in her direction, her finger was
buried inside her own pussy as she watched the show. I, on the other hand, was
now as deep as I could go, with my pelvis slapping Mary's behind with each
thrust and eliciting a whimper whenever I moved forward. She soon started to
cum again, almost collapsing with the intensity of it all.
Catherine
was also coming again, speeding up the finger that was working on her clit. By
the time I stopped, we had almost all come together and collapsed onto the
floor.
That
was the first time we got together, and as I was leaving that night, I knew it
wouldn't be the last.
The End
Just another Day
I
remember dying, I just don't remember how. I'd been in a hotel and was on my
way to pay the bill, but that is the last thing I remember. Now I'm in heaven
or some such place, because people are wandering about aimlessly and I am
writing my life story. I got here yesterday I think, and the first thing I was
asked to do is write my life story.
I
had gotten as far as my adult life then didn't know how to progress. I mean,
could you tell them about your sexual experiences while you were in heaven, or wherever
I was. I tried to ask someone, but there didn't seem to be anyone of authority
here. It's certainly not, what I expected heaven to be like, or feel like for
that matter.
This
is strange; the writing has appeared on the page, just as I thought about it. I
don't need this pen anymore; I will transfer all my thoughts over to the page.
Let's see now, I...um...oh yes, it was in my second year at college that I had my
first sexual experience.
I'd
gone to the library. I was looking for a book about ancient Greece. However, I
was disturbed by a young man who walked straight into me. He apologized and I
said something flippant and regretted it straight afterwards, because I caught
sight of his eyes. He had the brightest shade of deep-blue eyes I'd ever seen
and had the looks to go with them.
I
found myself staring as he walked off, apologizing again as he did so. I had
never really paid much attention to boys before; I was always too busy getting
prepared for my future. However, he made me wonder what I'd been missing, so I
decided to introduce myself. Then I remembered that I hadn't exactly taken the
accident with much grace or dignity.
I
watched to see where he was headed and then having gotten my book, I walked
over to join him.
"I'm
sorry I snapped at you back there, it was just the shock," I said, placing
my books onto the table.
"That's
okay, it was my fault," he replied, indicating the chair in front of me.
I
sat down and opened my book, and then glanced up to see if he was looking—he
wasn't. I remember thinking, why do we go through all these games, just to
get to know someone , and then I plucked up the nerve to say something.
"What
are you studying?"
"I'm
studying Greek Mythology or more precisely heroes of Greek Mythology."
"Well,
what a coincidence, I happen to be studying ancient Greece," I replied,
wanting him to continue.
"I
see."
Not exactly,
the response I had in mind and then I looked down and realized what I was
wearing. I wore a faded pair of pants, a very proper blouse with a cardigan.
Not exactly sexy, if you know what I mean. I decided there and then that my
image would change from this day forth and promptly excused myself from the
table.
The
next day, I wore a short skirt, which revealed my long shapely legs, and a low-cut
top that revealed more than it did the last time I wore it, which only went to
show how little I dressed up. I didn't get to see him again until late
afternoon, and although he checked out my body, I got the distinct feeling he
didn't recognize me.
I
introduced myself again, only this time I told him my name.
"Hello
again," I said, standing over him, "I'm Samantha, you