Dirty Short Stories Novels & Stories

he whispered, his lips brushing her forehead, “was merely the first page of our story.” Their story ended there, with Cora wrapped in the arms of a demon, her body sated, her soul promised, and her future a terrifying, exhilarating blaze of unknown passion. She had gotten everything she had ever fantasized about, and she had never been more perfectly, completely damned.

NATALIE'S POV The garage beneath our apartment building was dim and quiet, the kind of late-night hush that made every small sound feel louder than it should. I sat behind the wheel of my car, the engine still ticking as it cooled down. My heart was pounding hard, and the short drive home from the bar had done nothing to calm the fire that had been building between my legs all night. The stranger’s words kept looping in my head, low and filthy, whispered right against my ear while we waited for drinks: “I’d bend you over right here if I could, pretty girl.”

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

Jordan takes us to the living room. There are five air mattresses on the floor with men lying on them. We spread out to assess the men. They all have stab wounds that aren't lethal, and in most cases, they would have already healed. However, the wounds look infected. I touch the man beside me, and he's burning up. The others are as well, and they're all unconscious. I have an uneasy feeling that I know what this is. I look up at Sydney when she and Dallas walk into the room.

Maybe, I've been too engrossed to satisfy my sexual hunger instead of taking notes that he now trims his beards in such a way that gives him a chisel cut look. His eyes were darker than they were while growing up and his timbre, Micah, wasn't a man of many words, he counted his words, and when he spoke, it shook the foundation of my clitoris. “I have missed you too, baby. Oops. I have missed you too Micah” We both laughed at the silly joke. This time, it was like his loins were going to explode if nothing was done about it.

Hi, everyone! This is Curvy Writes, and first things first: I need to take a deep, dramatic bow and then just collapse on the nearest couch. Because, people, we did it! I just want to say a massive, soul-hugging, confetti-tossing THANK YOU to every single one of you who has been reading my short story, "In Her Skin." Seriously, from the bottom of my slightly exhausted but extremely grateful heart, thank you. You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for.

She didn't say a word. She just climbed into his bed, her shorts already gone. And they didn't play any games. Ember Thinking 1 credits remaining for today. Running low - upgrade your plan

I don’t know how I'm going to make it home before I blow my load, or even worse, before someone notices my hard-on! I decide to make a quick pit stop at the town library and use the combination of their public toilets and the free Wi-Fi to relieve myself. I quickly lock the only cubicle in the men’s bathroom and sit down, I put my earphones in and immediately go to my phone's videos where I store a large amount of p**n. I quickly click play on one of my favourite screaming videos and start to jerk my 8” cock. I’m already ready to blow my load and the screaming and hot ladies aren’t helping. Suddenly I imagine Mrs Sinclar jerking me and it’s all too much as I shoot stream after stream of cum

"Here, let me clean you up." I shoved his hand away and grabbed the napkin. "What the fuck is wrong with you, man?" I snapped, wiping off the mess. Disgusted, I tossed the napkin onto the table, slapped the hotdog down next to it, and snatched up my beer. "I’m finishing this and getting the hell out of here." "That story was seriously hot, bro," Dave said, his voice thick with arousal. "Forget the mustard—I’m hard as a brick right now. You don’t understand. I need more."

Especially Jake and Tyler. They were the closest to my brother. They were also the ones who gave me wet dreams. I noticed the way their gazes lingered on my legs whenever I wore shorts, the way they intentionally brushed past me whenever we passed each other in the kitchen. The tension was electric and I didn't know what to do with all that without seeming desperate. So like the normal person I was, I found solace in watching p**n. It was my guilty pleasure that no one knew about. And I didn't intend to let anyone know that I got myself off by watching other people getting fucked.