Erotic Adult Short Stories Novels & Stories

Each stroke longer than the last but taking care not to go too far and pop out. It was heaven! Utterly erotic, utterly naughty and, at the same time, the most intimate of acts and with the lady that I loved. I got into a rhythm, coming out four or five inches and sliding back in until my pelvis slapped into her buttocks. I didn't need to go very fast; the sensations were already exquisite and I wanted this to last a bit longer.

I tried to tell him as he lifted my skirt up, shifting my thong to one side. "Marcus could walk in at any..." The words died in my throat as his tip nudged at my entrance. I bit down hard on my lips, anticipating the moment he would slam into me. "Please." I begged, after seeing as he was taking his sweet time, coating his tip with my wetness. "Fuggggh!" I quickly closed my mouth as he slammed hard into me. My hand immediately gripped the edges of the counter for support, he pulled out, leaving just his tip in me before slamming right back.

His thrusts were so hard and deep that they made my tits bounce, the sound of our flesh slapping filled the room and Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, his fingers toyed with my nipples, twisting and pinching them. His large hands came down as a hard slap and I bit the gag feeling myself getting wetter from the pain. He turned the vibrator back on and pressed it against my clit, switching the speed from fast to slow, teasing me mercilessly. “You’re such a dirty little slut, Maggie,” he growled, thrusting harder. “Begging a stranger for cock at a party. Now you’re getting exactly what you asked for. I’m going to fill this greedy pussy up. Breed you like the desperate whore you are.”

“My after-class project. My desperate little slut who traded her dignity for a letter on a page.” His words were filth, and they poured over her like hot oil, searing her shame and transforming it into fuel. Her climax built with terrifying speed, coiling from the very brutality of his fucking. She was sobbing, pleading, begging for it, for him, for the oblivion he offered. “Please…” “Come for me, Elara,” he commanded, his own control fraying, his thrusts becoming wild, uncoordinated. “Come on your professor’s desk. Show me you accept your terms.”

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

My voice was shaky as I spoke. I saw her smiling before she finally spoke, I black eyes were shining with something I couldn't quite name. No… the opposite of what I was wanting to hear from her… your writing was loving and powerful. I love your story because I love erotic stories myself and I'd like to talk more about it with you. “So are you free this weekend Come to my place Sunday at eight.” I felt my heartbeat increase is it the test that I don't want her to give me that she wants to give me in her house? Or is it something else? I asked myself.

Justin's cock was thick and massive, with his piercing an additional bonus. Ronald's cock was smaller than the others, maybe six or seven inches long with a thicker width. They stared at my body with lust in their eyes, and I could tell that they wanted to fuck me. Yes, this is what I want, this is my fantasy and erotic thoughts becoming a reality. I want to know how it feels to be fucked by three attractive men at once; I want to get fucked in the ass; I want to try anus sex for the very first time, right at this moment.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

He continued, voice dropping lower. “An erotic novel. Quite explicit. The heroine was bent over her boss’s desk, skirt around her waist, getting fucked hard while he called her a dirty little slut.” My cheeks burned bright red. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I had been reading during my short break, thinking no one would return. I opened my mouth to apologize, but no words came out. Adrian stood up slowly and walked around the desk like a predator. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form.