Best Short Erotica Novels & Stories

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

The brunette locked her gaze onto mine, her eyes dark and daring with mischief as she deep-throated the cock in front of her until her nose pressed against his groin. Heat flooded my face, burning my chest and settling in my core. My clit throbbed with every wet slap, every grunt, every glimpse of sweaty skin. I squeezed my thighs together, seeking pressure, but it only sharpened the ache, making my breath come in shallow pants. Without conscious decision, my hand moved downward and my fingers pressed over the fabric of my shorts, rubbing slow circles against my pussy. A soft whimper escaped me as the seam of my shorts pressed right against my clit hard enough to send sparks up my spine. But

I flailed for something to hold, grabbed the shower curtain then thought again because curtains cost money and anyway it wouldn’t have worked except as a metaphor for reck- less passion. So I braced myself as best I could, one hand on the slippery tiles, another on the tub edge. Steam enshrouded us carrying scents of cosmetics, visions of vanilla chiffon. Pale streaks of foam spiraled into the drain and vanished. His hands dug into my hips. In the midst of the vapor and wetness, his cock shored me up, enormous and substantial where I was soft and hidden. They wouldn’t show that in the movies. This wouldn’t even make a porno because it wasn’t camera friendly. Impossible to see our thrusting c

“So tight. So sweet. So wet for me.” I couldn’t speak. Just gasped, moaned and begged with broken sounds. He hooked my legs over his shoulders and changed the angle. Now he hit deeper, right against that spot that made white sparks explode behind my blindfold. I screamed his name. Over and over. He fucked harder. Faster. No mercy. One hand slid between us. His fingers found my clit and rubbed in fast circles. “Come,” He ordered. “Cum on my cock. Now.” I shattered.

I stammered. “I see.” He smirked and continued walking. “So what do you think of erotic books? Do they convey the messages purely like movies do? The expressions, the feelings… everything.” I gulped. “It all comes down to how good the writer is.” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I most times prefer to read erotic books instead of watching erotic movies. “Interesting,” he smiled. “We really do have a lot in common.” “Do you get the urge to do it when you read them?” he continued.

I nodded as I grabbed my boob and pinched my nipple slightly. I curled my toes, reached back, and clawed at his arm. "Cum, slut" My body obeyed the command at once. I screamed, my cum sprayed everywhere. In a few seconds, Damon slammed his cock into me a few more times. Then she released shots of his hot cum into my ass and pulled out. His cum dripped out of my ass onto the floor, mixing with my cum. We lay down side by side, catching our breaths. "Ella"

Not happening. I gave up instantly. If I was destined to die here, I might as well go out fulfilling my greatest wish— to turn this bleak world into one giant pleasure heaven. Doesn’t matter if it’s hot or cold—I’ll make it steamy. And honestly, even with his face hidden behind that swirling black mist, the boss’s broad shoulders, narrow waist, and deep, magnetic voice were dead giveaways. The guy was built. Lust makes cowards bold. So without thinking, I said, “I’ll take shortness of breath, trembling legs, glazed eyes, and… pleasure so intense I die from it.”

I had arrived at The Dungeon of Desires, a clandestine BDSM club hidden away in the heart of the city, where only the most depraved and perverse souls dared to tread. As I adjusted my black mask, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation coursing through my veins. The dim lighting cast an eerie glow across the room, revealing various stations of depravity: whipping posts, spanking benches, and an array of torture devices that would make even the most hardened masochist shudder.

I was placed on the floor, my shorts being removed by Leo and my T-shirt being tossed aside by Elijah as both of them attacked my boobs each. I couldn't believe this. Both Father and son were feasting on me as my pussy got wetter. Leo took his hand downwards and began stroking my clit through my panties, teasing my hole as I arched my back. Elijah kept on feasting on my nipples like it was his favorite meal as I reached downwards for his cock through his trousers. I could feel him hardening in my hand as I moaned. "Fuck! You are so desirable and I want you too." Elijah removed his mouth from my nipples and whispered into my ears, biting my earlobe hard in the process.