Eeotic Short Stories Novels & Stories

Sometimes, late at night when the floor is empty, I go in there alone, rest my hands on the warm glass, and remember. And sometimes—on the nights when the longing gets too sharp—I take my phone out and send a single message across the ocean. Printer’s free. The reply always comes within minutes. I know. And even though he is an ocean away, even though we haven’t touched in months, the memory of his cock stretching me open over that machine is still enough to make me wet.

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

More, and more. End of Book 1

Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that Travis and Jenna promised. The night was young, and she knew that the pleasures that lay ahead would be beyond anything she could have imagined. As Travis's lips met hers once more, Sadile felt herself being drawn into a world of sensation, a world where pleasure reigned supreme, and she was the willing participant, the eager student, ready to learn, ready to explore, ready to surrender to the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls, as the three of them moved in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm that spo

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They kept grinding through the aftershocks—milking every tremor—until both were shaking, oversensitive, whimpering. They collapsed together—sweaty, panting, cunts still twitching against each other—when the door handle rattled. The lock clicked. The door swung open. Evan—their shared driver, thirty-eight, built like a linebacker from years of hauling executives and hitting the gym—stood frozen in the doorway. Black polo with the company logo, slacks, keys still in hand. He’d come to pick up Sofia for her late flight; Lena sometimes rode along. His eyes widened—taking in the scene: two naked women tangled on the conference table, thighs slick with cum and squirt, breasts heaving, hair wrecked