Adult Erotic Short Stories Novels & Stories

“You’ve… done this before?” His laugh was low and filthy, his eyes darkening as they held hers. “Since I was seventeen. Older women are my thing. Married ones especially. They’re always so pent up, so grateful when you give them what their husbands won’t. They come harder, beg louder, do things they’d never admit to in the daylight.”

Well, I know I’ve been long in setting up my little story here, but this is where our story gets interesting. After one of those aforementioned “hard days of work,” I went to the local watering hole with my best friend Stacy. We had always been close; we roomed together in college, and now we’re both personal trainers, so she felt my plight when it came to nights like this. I was throwing back wines like it was going out of style which always seemed to be occurring on half-price wine Wednesdays while listening to Stacy tell some of her racy and risqué stories of conquest. Stacy had taken to catering to the good-looking sector of our clientele and had taken to seducing them. She noted how “it

She reached for me and we kissed again, moaning into each other’s mouths while the men used us. “Ride his face,” he commanded. “Grind that greedy cunt on him.” I did. I rocked my hips, smearing all my juices all over Ryan’s mouth and chin. He sucked my clit hard, two fingers pushing into my ass, opening me up. The pressure was insane. Then they switched to me. Her dad pulled me onto him. His massive cock pressed against my tight asshole and slowly forced its way in. The burn was intense and overwhelming. I whimpered, but Lena was there, kissing me, whispering. “You can take it baby, let him stretch you.”

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He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

“And if someone walks in right now... they’ll see you like this. Bent over my desk, tits out, my fingers buried in your cunt.” The words hit her like a wave, the imagined scene, a colleague’s shocked face, the scandal, making her clench around him. She moaned louder, then clapped a hand over her mouth. Footsteps passed right outside the door. Her body tensed, orgasm building fast from the sheer adrenaline. He pulled his fingers free, replacing them with the blunt head of his cock. He rubbed it along her slit, teasing her entrance, coating himself in her arousal. “Beg for it,” he whispered, one hand still playing with her breast, twisting the nipple just right.

“These tits have been driving me insane every time you dust the shelves.” He pushed her skirt up to her waist, ripped her panties aside, and buried two thick fingers inside her already soaked pussy. “So wet for your boss,” he growled, pumping his fingers fast while his thumb rubbed her clit. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you? Letting the man who pays your bills fuck you raw on his expensive desk.” “Yes,” Elara moaned, hips rocking against his hand. “Please, Mr. Blackwood… Fuck me. I need you inside me.”

Kinks: Sleepy sex, somnophilia (consensual), edging, soft domination The room was bathed in shadows, the only light coming from the dim streetlamp outside, casting faint lines across the bedspread. Everything else was quiet, wrapped in a calm so thick it felt almost alive. She lay on the soft mattress, her body still and warm beneath the thin cotton sheet. The vibrator hummed softly between her thighs, its steady pulse a gentle reminder of the pleasure lingering just beneath the surface of sleep.

Welcome to The Art of Seduction, a series crafted to lead you through the labyrinth of human passion, where every turn reveals another facet of our darkest fantasies and most forbidden dreams. Here, seduction is an art form, a game played with skillful precision and dangerous intent. It’s a world where whispered promises can lead to a lifetime of ecstasy or an eternity of torment. Each story within these pages is a journey, an invitation to step into the unknown and embrace the shadows that lurk within us all. But be warned, dear reader, this path is not for the faint of heart.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.