Eeotic Short Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ethan’s dark eyes met mine again, and a slow, dangerous smirk spread across his face. “That was fun,” he chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating through me. “Let’s make it even more fun, little sister.” Before I could protest, he reached over to my desk and picked up the pink vibrator. My cheeks burned as he clicked it on, the low buzz filling the room like a filthy secret. He didn’t hesitate—sliding it slowly against my soaked core through the thin fabric of my shorts. The sudden vibration ripped a gasp from my throat. My hips jerked involuntarily.

“How about we take a seat first, then we’ll explain everything to you?” I nod and follow him. He takes the loveseat; I take the edge of the bed, and Thirst Trap takes the beige ottoman. No one says a thing for exactly two seconds before I raise an eyebrow. “You don’t have any bruises or marks because we added some special herb into the bath,” First Guy starts, and I listen with the intensity of a nerd. “Although the herb helps soothe and rejuvenate the skin, that alone is not enough to erase everything in a few hours.”

The first thing Rykor noticed about his new tenant wasn’t the impossible perfection of her face or the way her dark eyes seemed to swallow the light. It was the scent. The moment Everett stepped over the threshold of his cramped two-bedroom apartment, she brought the smell of a summer night after a rainstorm, petrichor, jasmine, and something else, something warm and metallic, like ozone after a lightning strike. It clung to the air, making the ordinary space feel charged and unfamiliar.

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

Before Ever is a red and white candy stick like vibrator. Something she has been using since the day she met professor kade for the first time. A vibrator she was planning to go home to. Something she was going to go fuck herself with. “How?” She asked while looking at the dark faced professor.

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If I needed more than a silly touch, I needed to play my cards right. - Josh returned to the room, the scent of essential oils trailing behind him like a promise. His hands hovered just above my back for a moment, teasing, and I felt my breath hitch. “Just relax, Mrs Adams. Let me take care of all that tension,” he murmured, his voice low, intimate, almost a whisper meant for my ears only. He poured a good amount of oil in my back. My body tensed up at the new sensation. His fingers glided over my shoulders, firm and practiced, kneading the knots that had nothing to do with my muscles. Every stroke sent little jolts of electricity along my spine, making me shift instinctively, exposing more

I moaned out, dragging in his scent as I bounced even faster, imagining that I was bouncing on his dick instead. My mom married him two years ago and since then, even though it was right, I couldn't stop fantasizing about it. About him. About his thick-veined cock. I had accidentally walked in on him getting dressed last year and his towel dropped due to how shocked he was. What I saw that day has been the reason I fucked myself, wishing it was him instead. “Nessa!” Mom called out my name from downstairs and I froze, my eyes widening as I quickly hid the dildo under my pillow.

“I love how you don’t stop until I’m too loud to care.” Daniel kissed me slow and deep, still buried inside me. Outside, the afternoon light was starting to soften. We still had hours before Claire came home. I already knew my voice would be wrecked by the time she did. I couldn’t wait. Wondering how it all started, well hear me out! I knew exactly what I was doing every time I put on one of those dresses. The short ones. Soft cotton that stopped halfway down my thighs. The yellow, the pale green, the white with the tiny flowers.

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle