Ero Stories Novels & Stories

"You think just because your parents are dead, the rest of us have to treat you like a princess? I've put up with it, fine. But Brianna is not your punching bag." Everything went still. I stared at him like I was looking at a stranger. My parents died because they were heroes. They stepped in to save someone and were killed for it. I didn't even find out until sophomore year, when the man who did it was finally caught. The day I went to the cemetery, both Dexter and Brianna stood at my mother's grave and swore they'd take care of me, that they'd never let me be hurt. Now one of them was crying like I was the one who'd wronged her, and the other had his arms locked around her, looking at me l

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

EMMA My body was still trembling, thighs slick with our mixed juices, when Sarah lifted herself off me. Her face glistened with my cum, lips swollen and shiny. I lay there on the couch, naked and panting, my perky tits heaving, my shaved pussy still pulsing and leaking from the intense orgasm she’d just given me. Jake stood beside us, his thick cock still half-hard, glistening with the last drops of his own release. The sight of his cum streaking across Mom’s ass and my thighs made my clit throb all over again.

“I can just send the pictures directly to your DM.” I yanked his phone from him for the second time today. “Posted,” I said to him. “Naughty girl." he bopped my nose with his fingers. “Well, you can't do without this naughty girl.” I laughed. “I am very happy that we are back together as friends.” “I am happy too. Let us gist. I am bored." “Gossiper!” “It is not gossip. it is gisting. They are two different things.” I hissed. He laughed. God! He looks very handsome when he laughs. I took a moment to register how he looks when laughing in my mind.

Serena heard Paolo's voice behind her again. "Serena, I just want to tell how I got involved with you and Liam. You see, my Boss and Liam's father are best of friends since their University days in Australia. Liam's father told my boss about the big-budgeted production for an Australian drama series, and he told him that some parts of the said series will be shot at Walnut Creek, and my Boss recommended me to be an Assistant Director. It was already put of my control, and believe me, I tried my best to decline the offer but here I am now." Paolo tries to explain her side, hoping that Serena would understand everything. Serena wearily sighs in return, while looking helpless.

he called from the mezzanine, his voice laced with disappointment. He strode down the stairs, his eyes fixed on us as he stared at us in disbelief. “We have a mind-draining issue and all you guys wanna do is fight? Have I trained baboons as sons?” he bellowed, biting his lower lips. I felt embarrassment and regret to wash down my face as my gaze darted to Elena, whose eyes were fixated on the purple flower vace, oblivious of our nonchalant attorney, her thoughts running wild. “I’m sorry father,’’ we said in unison, as I traced my steps beside Elena.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

he asked. She thought for a second. “Ones that have happy endings.” “A romantic?” he asked. She never considered herself one. “I like noir—but the stories where the boy gets the girl in the end. Or vice versa.” “Top shelf,” he told her, indicating the back room. She went there and waited. What if he followed? What would that mean? She’d been out of the dating loop since she’d landed her current job, the one that had sucked up all her time, her mind, her soul, her life. Her fingers trailed over the broken spines of misused paperbacks, and she hoped he would follow her. But what would she say? What would she do?

“The Receptacle. A masterpiece of sensory engineering. Built to be filled.” He stood between Nancy and Ruby, placing a hand on each of their heads. They leaned into his touch simultaneously. “The Symbiotes. Your bond is your strength and your cage. You are each other’s heaven and hell.” Finally, he turned to Erin. She shrank under his scrutiny. “And you… The Unfinished. The clay is still wet on the wheel.” He tilted his head. “What shall we do with you?” Erin said nothing. The fight had left her.