Adult Erotic Short Stories の小説・ストーリー

Martin said in a whispery tone as he started pulling off his shorts. He went close to Anabel and abruptly kissed her, laying her back on the bed with one of his hands behind her waist. Martin laid with his side beside her, his index finger sliding inside her p**sy. Finger-fucking her, his teeth and tongue on her nipples brought pleasure to her as she moaned, rubbing her cl*t. Then Martin climbed on top of her, his d**k slid into her seamlessly. As they f**ked, the breath from their moans touched their faces. Martin kissed Anabel's lips like he lost his mind.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

I grabbed my dildo and begin pumping it deep inside of me, bottoming out at the entrance of my cervix. I close my eyes, and imagine Lucas is plunging his hard cock to my inner depths. I place my cum-covered fingers in my mouth and begin sucking them as my eight inches of pure pleasure continues to pound my father-in-law's sperm into the opening of my fertile cervix.

She tried to pull away for a second to grab it properly but I locked my legs tight around her waist, grinding my dripping folds against hers even harder. “Do not you fucking stop rubbing your pussy on mine!” I snarled, my voice cracking with pure desperation while our clits kept smashing together in sloppy wet circles, sending sparks up my spine. Ara laughed all breathless and kept her hips moving in those dirty grinding rolls, holding the pressure on my clit as she dug inside the bag with one hand. She pulled out four thick realistic dildos, fat veiny shafts with heavy swinging balls at the base, all different thick sizes and looking so real they made my pussy flutter just seeing them.

ARC 15 : CROSSING THE LINE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit lesbian sex including tit sucking, fingering,, face-sitting, thigh grinding, mutual masturbation, squirting, cum tasting, slut-shaming, corruption kink, and intense best-friends-to-lovers angst with heavy emotional tension Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to raw, unrestrained dark erotic fiction that explores twisted desire without limits. ---- Bella’s POV It was a beautiful Thursday in the dorm and finals week was right around the corner. The entire atmosphere was tens

She pinched my hard nipple, rolling it between her fingers, and I arched into her with a whimper. “Fuck, Emma,” she breathed against my lips. “You’re so responsive. So wet already, aren’t you?” I was. My tiny shorts were soaked, the crotch clinging to my shaved, puffy pussy lips. I nodded, kissing her harder, our tongues tangling sloppily. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jake stand up. He shoved his shorts down, and his thick, veiny cock sprang free—long, heavy, the head already glistening with precum. He wrapped his big hand around it and started stroking slowly, watching us with dark, burning eyes.

He looked up slowly, letting his storm-gray eyes drag over my body like a physical caress. “Lock the door,” he said quietly and my fingers trembled with excitement as I turned the lock. Adrian stood and rounded the desk, stopping just inches away. The scent of black coffee and warm male skin filled my senses. “You look sexy” he drawed with his gaze lingering on the swell of my breasts and the hem of my short skirt. “Good girl.” Good girl Aughhh those two words made my clit throb. He has no idea how those two words messes with my restraint.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”