Eeotic Short Story Novels & Stories

No pointless stories, no lengthy wait, just pure and raw emotion. I appreciate your courage in joining me in this world. Here's to the imaginations we enjoy reading in the dark but don't often express aloud. With Love and heat OZ Disclaimer & Content Note for Tales of Instant Lust Tales of Instant Lust is a fictional work of adult erotica, designed solely for the entertainment of mature readers aged 18 and above. This book contains highly explicit sexual content, graphic language, and scenes of intense sexual encounters that are not suitable for minors or sensitive audiences. If you are under the age of 18, you are not legally or ethically permitted to read, d******d, purchase, or share the

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.

I moaned freely now, the sound carried away by the ocean breeze. Right there, I whimpered. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Jace kissed the back of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. You are mine, Elena. Say it. I'm yours, I moaned, pushing back against him. Only yours. His pace quickened, the sound of our bodies meeting filled the balcony. My second orgasm built rapidly, stronger than the first. I cried out as it crashed over me, my legs shaking as intense pleasure flooded every nerve. Jace followed moments later, burying himself deep with a low, guttural groan as he came hard inside me, filling me with pulse after pulse of warmth.

I could feel the receptionist’s terrified gaze burning into our backs until the elevator doors slid shut, sealing us inside. The moment they closed, Keisha let out a low, triumphant sound. “See? I told you.” “Told me what?” I muttered, my heart still thudding against my ribs. “Told you it would come in handy.” She tapped her back pocket where the gun was nestled. I just shook my head, a tense, breathy laugh escaping me as the elevator chimed. The doors opened onto the top floor. We stepped into the silent hallway, our footsteps muffled by the cheap carpet. Finding the door marked 254, I pulled the key card from my pocket. A swift press against the handle, and a green light flashed with a sof

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Cecilia gasped, taking in a deep breath, her chest expanding enough that her breasts strained the fabric of her dress. Everyone plugged their ears except Naia, who used her hands to cover Beth's ears. Abella flew up into the sky, vanishing over the roof. Cecilia screamed, the whole world shaking with from the blast. The windows overlooking the garden spiderwebbed, and the water in the fountain billowed outward away from her. The temperature dropped, fog swirling around them in a vortex. Cecilia slammed her pelvis into Mike, cumming one last time with a spray of ectoplasm before bursting into tiny motes of light that scattered into the fog like fireflies. The world became eerily silent, other

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He felt fast action was vital,so he tried to twist the cyclist's head back to it's proper position,BREAKING THE BIKER'S NECK! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

She was close, so close, to the precipice, to the moment when everything would come crashing down, when the world would explode in a kaleidoscope of color and sound. And then, just as she was about to surrender, to let go, the moment was gone, the pleasure fading, leaving her breathless and wanting. She opened her eyes, her body still trembling, to find Travis and Jenna watching her, their eyes dark with desire, their bodies still clothed, their touches still chaste. "Not yet, Sadile," Jenna whispered, her voice a low purr that sent shivers down Sadile's spine. "We're just getting started."

She can only be defeated with magic. When we reach the hut, Dale's dragon lets out a thunderous growl. My owl, Ollie, waits on the roof. As soon as the witch runs out, he flies down and nips her ear. He quickly flies away before she can put a spell on us. The dragon growls again, and she turns to look at him. "I'm going to kill you," she threatens. Ollie flies back down, grabs her by the hair with his talons, and throws her toward the forest. Just as she lands, Alan and Delaine run out of the hut.