Eritic Short Stories Novels & Stories

I swallowed every drop like a good stepdaughter whore that I am He still didn't get tired. Mike made me get on all fours and crawl across the living room floor like a pet. “Crawl to Daddy, you filthy cum dump” I crawled, ass up, begging, “Please use your stepdaughter’s holes, Daddy. I need your cock so bad”

"One word. That's all I need." I couldn't say it. He knew I couldn't. His mouth crashed into mine. His teeth caught my bottom lip, tugging until I gasped. His tongue pushed in, rough, nothing like Gideon's careful kisses. His hands yanked my nightshirt up. .He pulled it over my head and dropped it on the floor. I stood naked in the dark kitchen. "Fuck," Eric breathed, looking at me. His hands grabbed my tits roughly, squeezing until I winced. His thumb rolled my nipple hard.

Ethan The neon sign outside the small storefront flickered softly—Madame Elara: Tarot, Visions & Destiny—and I stood there for almost five minutes, briefcase heavy in my sweaty palm, heart hammering like I’d just run a marathon. I’d noticed it only this morning on my way back from the office. The place looked new; the paint was still fresh, the curtains deep crimson. No one I knew had mentioned her before. Maybe that’s why I finally pushed the door open. Stupid, really. But after another lonely weekend spent jerking off to videos I was too embarrassed to admit I watched, the question wouldn’t leave me alone: Would I ever have a girlfriend?

I say, grabbing some paper myself, my hand shaking slightly as I start writing, the words coming dirty and direct because holding back isn’t an option anymore. “Make them good, make them count.” We pass the jar around, slips folding into it one by one, the rustle of paper mixing with murmurs and chuckles, the occasional dirty whisper like Ronan’s “Oh, this one’s gonna make someone scream” that has Elara giggling, her hand squeezing my thigh now, nails digging in just enough to make me hiss softly. Thalia’s eyes meet mine across the circle we’ve formed on the floor, dark with heat, her tongue peeking out to wet her lips, and she mouths “Your idea” with a wink that promises payback in the best

~Liliana~ These days after the gala don’t really settle into anything smooth. They just keep going, one after another, in a way that still catches me off guard. Every morning Rebecca wakes me up the same way, her little hands grabbing my arm and shaking until I open my eyes. She always has some urgent job for us, like lining up her stuffed animals for a big fight or sneaking a few extra strawberries from the kitchen before anyone notices. I catch how she presses closer when we sit with picture books or when she’s trying to write her letters. I don’t rush her. I just let it happen.

Her body was a feast: hips flared obscenely, belly soft with just enough give to grab, thighs thick and trembling, every inch glistening with sweat and cum. Rita climbed between her legs and slapped her pussy—hard, wet smacks that made Nina scream and squirt a little arc onto the sheets. “Listen up, slut,” Rita purred, leaning down to bite one fat nipple until it bled a single drop. “These fine gentlemen paid good money to watch my husband ruin my little sister’s holes. You’re going to give them a show. You’re going to come so many times you piss yourself. You’re going to beg to be bred like the family breeding sow you are.”

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

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