Novel & Cerita Dirty Short Stories

"You can yell and deny it all you want. But your mouth is telling me one story... while the wet spot soaking through your tiny shorts is telling me a completely different one.” My jaw clicked shut. Hot, stinging humiliation flooded my entire body, starting from my chest and rushing straight to my face. I instinctively squeezed my thighs together under the table, but it was already too late. I could feel the wetness, clinging warmth of my thin underwear pressed against the denim of my tiny shorts, a sickening, irrefutable proof that my body was entirely betraying me. "Shut up," I choked out, my voice barely a whisper now, all the fierce bite I tried to put into it crumbling into pathetic desp

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”

“Good girl.” They didn’t talk about it. Late nights became quickies. She’d come home from a closing shift at 1 a.m., horny and restless. He’d be on the couch scrolling his phone. She’d straddle him without preamble—shorts shoved aside, his sweatpants pushed down just enough. Sink onto his cock right there, ride him fast and quiet until they both came—her biting his shoulder to muffle the moans, him gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.

In his apartment, Rick runs to his computer, dragging the chair quickly. He sits down and, looking at the blank page that haunted him, quickly begins to write. ‘As a critic of eroges, I have played dozens, hundreds, and I could even say that counting the small freelance jobs, I would easily reach a thousand. And in all of them, I have seen and done everything. I have seen good stories with poorly drawn characters and mediocre stories whose characters have great designs. I’ve seen nothing flashy projects that end up becoming little hidden gems for fans of this genre called for perverts.’

His voice alone did wonders to my body. Not any longer. I'm done waiting. My red cotton shorts are so short, It barely covers the bottom curve of my ass. My tank top is thin and tight on my boobs, showcasing my rock-hard nipples poking straight through the fabric like they're begging for his attention. Every head turns to my direction, the room goes silent, except for the low hum of the AC.

A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and filthy, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last time, and some are about every single time in between. What they all share: heat. Hunger. The moment when wanting becomes having. Short, filthy and unforgettable.

Her heart did a stupid flip. Three dots. Then: **Finn:** ...Ava? **Ava:** Yeah. **Finn:** Thought you forgot my number. **Ava:** I didn't. Just... busy. **Finn:** Same, went for multiple auditions. Bad ones. They texted for hours, talking about really dumb stuff. **Finn:** Remember when I tried to add chocolate to mashed potatoes? **Ava:** I still have nightmares. **Finn:** it was most definitely worth it. You laughed.

The cloth pooled at his feet, revealing him naked with his heavy cock jerking and the tip dripping pre-cum. Note from author: I’m very sorry to announce Story 9 stops at this point. It turned out to be a very long story and doesn’t suit the short story erotica concept. So this story will be a standalone titled The Last Woman After the Apocalypse. The English version is already ongoing, but the translated versions will be made available soon. Please bear with me. Once again, my humble apology.

Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy. There are no happily-ever-afters in this story. It's about the rush of the present, the energy of the moment, and what happens when two bodies naturally give in to it. Thus, locate a peaceful area, turn down the lights, and get ready. This is indulging, not just reading. With desire, Author. AUTHOR'S NOTE Writing Tales of Instant Lust was a delightful diversion into wild fantasies, unrestrained cravings, and unforgiving heat. Every story in this collection was written to be quick, intense, and relaxed, for readers who want to jump right into the act

I experience a short reprieve as shorter brown haired man shoves him unconfidently out of the way. I’m very grateful, I must say, that this cock is quite a bit wider but far shorter at maybe only 4 inches. This little man couldn’t cover me in filth like the previous 7 inch cock, and I can’t help but beg for them to please, please destroy my body; to use me the way they would a streetwalker, a WHORE!