Erotic Fiction Short Novels & Stories

He was fucking her not just with his body, but with his eyes, and it was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced. “Come for me, Alex,” he growled, his voice rough. “Come all over my fucking cock.” That was all it took. The coil snapped, and her second orgasm crashed over her, even more intense than the first. She screamed his name, her body convulsing around him, her nails digging into his back, leaving red welts on his skin. He followed her over the edge a moment later, his own orgasm ripping through him. He buried his face in her neck, his body shuddering as he poured himself into her, hot and thick and endless.

Tone: Fast-paced / Playful yet provocative / Steamy and daring / Light-hearted with erotic tension / Flirtatious Genre: Erotica / Steamy Romance / Erotic New Adult Romance / Contemporary Romance / College Romance / Lust-Driven Romance / Forbidden Romance / Quick Heat / Group Dares & Sexual Exploration / Short Reads/ Steamy Fiction / urban Tropes: College Dares & Games / One-Night Stand / Friends-to-lovers / Enemies with Benefits / Sexual Awakening / Instant Lust / opposite attracts

Hated how my thighs trembled and another gush of slickness leaked down my inner thigh. But my body moved anyway—small, hesitant steps across the cool hardwood until I was standing right in front of her, close enough to smell her arousal, sweet and musky and so fucking intoxicating it made my head spin. Elena’s free hand reached out, manicured nails grazing my bare thigh just below the hem of my boy shorts. I jumped at the touch, but she only smiled wider, sliding her palm higher, pushing the fabric aside until her fingertips brushed the soaked cotton covering my pussy.

Kendrick, her eyes locked on the impressive bulge in his pants. With a confident smile, she reached out, her fingers tracing the length of his erection through the fabric of his scrubs. Dr. Kendrick's breath hitched, and Bianca could see the struggle in his eyes She leaned in, her lips capturing his in a deep french kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth as her hands worked to free his lengthy cock from the confines of his pants. As his cock sprang free, Bianca gasped, her eyes widening at the sight of him. Ten inches, just as the rumors said, thick, maybe about four inches thick and hard and ready for her.

I moan at the thought, my hand stroking his length as I imagine him thrusting into me, ruining my insides with his cock. I take a look at his face once more, basically swallowing my boob as if he’s starving and it’s a three course meal. He looks so peaceful and happy, and I almost regret stopping him. He looks up, his lips swollen and wet and even sexier than before. “Let’s go to my room,” I say, my hand still going up and down on his cock, but slower. He smiles, “Sure, I’d love to see my crush’s room.” “What?” I say, the surprise makes me freeze my movements over his cock for a moment. I notice the tip of his shorts are a little wet, precum coating the thin fabric and making my fingers itch

Well there was only two weeks left to enjoy her and I was doing that as much as I could. Not that I didn't actually enjoy the class itself as I had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what I was writing was dirty stories, or as the web sites called it; erotica. I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews.

That caused my eyebrows to raise and my cheeks to blush. "Well... If you like that mix, maybe 'Story of O' by Pauline Réage, 'The Lover' by Marguerite Duras, 'Tropic of Cancer' by Henry Miller, or 'Delta of Venus' by Anaïs Nin could be recommended," I suggested, my face burning. These were considered significant works of erotic literature, but at the same time, they were quite scandalous. "Did you enjoy them?" he asked with a slightly huskier voice. "I like forming my own opinions."

What our story is, from what I myself have just said, I already have the answer, but I wanted to hear from his lips, to know what he thought our story was. "I'm the one asking you that question, Ethan!"--- I take my cup.--- "What our story is to you." "An erotic, almost sexual poem."--- He begins to answer.--- "It is short like a poem, where most of what it tells you is about that, sex. But not just any sex, one that you forget after a few minutes. One that is remarkable, with orgasms so powerful they take you to the moon with such. They are remarkable moments despite everything, despite the short time you have together. You will know that it will soon be over, but you will remember every mo

But gosh, that cock of his was fine, stretched out towards me like it couldn't wait to have me. He ran a hand over his dirty brown hair. Why was I just noticing his biceps, his broadened chest and taunt abdomen? I had been reading an erotic story the day he must have caught me touching myself. How he'd seen me, I didn't know. I'd worn a dress that very day, reading the story through my phone. When I noticed I needed a release due to the sexual tension, I'd raised my dress to my thigh... Since the lights in the train constantly blinked and there had been no one around me, I managed to take off my panties.

The combination of Usher working my clit and Hero kissing and biting my neck drove me completely over the edge. "You like having two cocks in you, don’t you?" Hero whispered. "Oh, fuck yes," I moaned. "Yeah, I know you do. You’re our little cock slut, aren’t you?" "Uh huh," I grunted. "Damn right you are," Usher said from below, rubbing my clit while Hero squeezed my nipples. "And you’re going to come all over our cocks, aren’t you?" "Oh God, yes," I groaned. I was so close. The sensation of both of them inside me, my clit being worked, my nipples pinched, it was too much.