Erotic College Stories Novels & Stories

I took a glimpse of my watch and turned back to her. “It is almost time for Physics class,we have to go and grab lunch.” “Sure…” We started walking to the cafeteria and I could swear that I caught Anna throwing weird stares at me. We stood on the line with our trays in our hands. Anna bent over and whispered into my ears. “Maybe we should read some of your erotic stories while we eat.” My body went cold. There was no way in hell I was letting someone else read my diary. There were quite a lot of erotic and sex scenes in it and the worst part was that they were not mine. They were about my friends or random students I randomly pair up in my head.

After diving into this collection of short erotic stories, you absolutely need to grab the reflection journal designed to process all those swirling emotions and tantalizing thoughts that spring up while reading! Imagine delving deeper into your reactions, unlocking your desires, and exploring your fantasies! By reflecting on the themes and characters, you gain invaluable insights into your own desires and kinks, leading to a surge in self-awareness and empowerment. And let’s be real: journaling will supercharge your reading experience! You can track your journey, capture those mind-blowing insights, and relive those moments that left you breathless and wet. It transforms the adventure throu

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

she said as my ass finally set her free. “If Derek and Betty would like to go first”. They got out from behind their desk and approached me. They were the older couple that I had placed in last place the week before. They placed their hands on my naked body and began to explore. Fuck it felt good, I closed my eyes giving myself in to the moment. I felt fours hands massage and caress me. They moved quickly over my skin up and down my legs, over my back and bottom. Two hands gently brushed my breasts and tenderly pinched my nipples. A hand slipped down my body to my cunt. It brushed over my neat pubic hair before a finger slowly slipped inside. I let out a small gasp of appreciation. I opened

Ep 1: Invisible Sparks Kelly I slouched in the back row of Professor Wilson’s lecture hall, my short skirt riding up just enough to catch the afternoon light filtering through the tall windows. The room hummed with the usual chatter… Girls giggling about frat boys, guys trading notes on weekend parties. College was supposed to be my reset button: the hot girl from high school, still a virgin at twenty-two, finally ready to let loose. Then *he* walked in.

My eyes watered badly, mascara running in black streaks down my flushed cheeks as they used my face like a fleshlight. “Fuck, look at her,” Marcus groaned, thrusting into my fist. “Nineteen-year-old college mouth turned into a cum hole.” They slapped their heavy cocks against my cheeks, it was disgusting 'n wet, meaty smacks that left red marks on my skin. Victor pulled out and smacked his slick length across my forehead, then my lips, while Jax painted the other side. My face was a sloppy mess of spit and precum and I could barely breathe between them, gasping and choking, but my pussy clenched hard every time they called me their little cumdump.

His body shuddered against mine, his weight pressing me into the mattress. We stayed like that for a while, both of us breathing heavily but not moving away from each other. Eventually he pulled out, careful now, much more tender than he’d been when he was still fucking me. He disposed of the condom in the bathroom trash. When he came back, he didn’t hesitate. He just climbed back into bed and pulled me against his chest like it was the most natural thing in the world. I didn’t fight it. I couldn’t fight it. My fingers traced the familiar lines of his collarbone, then lower, over the scar I’d kissed a thousand times back when we were in college. “You still have this,” I murmured. “Some thing

I managed. “Yeah.” He glanced at me and then away. “And after he left, I started jerking off to it too.” Heat flooded my body. “I, uh, assumed you weren’t into girls,” I said thickly. He shrugged. “I used to be, in college. It’s just that guys are easier. You girls make us work for it,” he grinned. I knocked my bottle against his. “Not all of us.” Our eyes met. And then we were kissing, his mouth hard and hot on mine, his tongue thrillingly aggressive. His hands were on my thighs, then sliding between them. Breathlessly, I pushed him away. Everyone was staring.

I asked, licking my lips, already tasting the steamy passion this dangerous arrangement promised. “A lot.” He said with a devilish smile. “Like what?” Details. I wanted details. “Why don’t we start off by you telling me what you like in bed” He suggested and I bit my lips, suppressing the urge to bit my lips at his seductive words. “Um..” I swallowed, carefully thinking of what to say next. “One time, a guy I was dating in my first year in college spanked me—." “Don’t tell me about other men touching what is mine, Princepessa. Except you want me to track him down and cut off his fingers.”

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.