Erotic Fiction Short Novels & Stories

She noted how “it only takes about 5 minutes of flirting or about 30 seconds of ‘accidental’ rubbing or touching for the little head to take over the big one.” God, hearing her stories made me ache. It’d been years since I’d felt anything more than a vibrator inside of me. Hearing her tell of sucking off would-be CEOs—or even the spoiled stepson of one—made me yearn for a real dick. A real fucking cock that could pulse and throb, read me, become one with me, and then release all of that pent-up passion deep in the parched throat or in my now moist, warm pussy.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

“So beautiful. So ready for me.” He didn’t enter her. Not yet. He lowered his head between her legs, his tongue, hot and rough, laving a broad stripe through her slick folds. Desirée cried out, her head falling back. His tongue was expert, knowing exactly how to work her. He licked and suckled, focusing on her clit, building the pressure with relentless strokes. Kaida came behind her, bracing Desirée’s back against her cool front. Kaida’s hands cupped Desirée’s breasts, her thumbs circling the nipples, pinching and rolling them until they were aching peaks. Then Kaida’s mouth found the sensitive spot where Desirée’s neck met her shoulder, her cool lips and the subtle scrape of her fangs send

“Mmm… that feels good. But I think you wanted more than just touching.” She reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing his hard, throbbing erection. Her eyes sparkled with approval as she stroked him slowly, her soft hand gliding up and down his length. “Nice. You’ve got such a good cock… thick and perfect for my pussy. Do you want to see my pussy, Marcus?” Marcus looked up immediately and nodded eagerly. “Yes.” Elena smiled, sultry and inviting. She yanked her charcoal pencil skirt up around her waist, the fabric bunching high on her thick thighs.

“God, Marcus… your cock feels so fucking good… I am so close… fuck me through it… make me cum all over the sheets…” Marcus growled low in his throat, a deep, animalistic sound, and kept pounding into him without mercy. The wet, rhythmic slapping sounds grew louder and more obscene. Elias’s body shook violently with every brutal thrust. His moans climbed higher and higher until finally he cried out, his voice breaking in the most erotic, shameless way I had ever heard. “Fuck… I am cumming… Marcus! I am cumming so hard!”

Emma lay there boneless on the cramped massage table, chest heaving, skin glistening with sweat, oil, and the sticky ropes of Alex's cum cooling in pearly streaks across her heavy tits and neck. She scooped another glob from her cleavage—thick, salty—sucking it off her fingers with a lazy, wicked smirk, eyes locked on his. His cock, still half-hard and shiny from her cream, twitched at the sight, jerking like it hadn't had enough. Her pussy clenched empty, aching fresh despite the three orgasms that'd wrecked her. No words—just raw need crackling between them like live wire. His hand on her mound circled slower, thumb dipping teasing into her folds, stirring her gushy mess. She spread her th

Her cheeks burned red and she gripped the edge of the table. When her orgasm hit, it was powerful. Her pussy spasmed hard around my fingers, flooding them with warm wetness. She bit her lip so hard I thought she might draw blood, eyes squeezing shut as waves rolled through her. I kept fingering her through it, drawing out every tremor while pretending to reach for more wine. The risk, the secrecy, the way her body betrayed her for me; it all fed something dark and addictive inside my chest.

he demanded, doubling his finger's speed. My body tensed as the wave of my orgasm built deliciously towards my core. My folds grew more sensitive and my clit throbbed incessantly. “Ro–mmhmm, ahhh,” I cried as my body crashed from the explosive orgasm. My folds spasming and my body trembling occurred at the same time, my core clenching tightly around those fingers. Rocco pulled the plug from my ass hole, spanking me one more time before flipping me over. He snagged a hand around my neck, lust written all over those piercing blue eyes. Spots of sweat appeared on his forehead as he pressed his body against mine, making me feel his hard length pressing against my thighs.

They watched keenly as I lapped greedily at my fingers, tasting the sour, tinfoilish sweet flavor of precum bursting through my tongue. My eyes dropped to the men, their cocks swelling in their various shorts. I turned them on. They loved the sight before them. I did have a sexy-as-fuck body, not a single tattoo or scar in sight. The girls, their tits were rock hard, mashing against the fabric of their tops. My eyes dropped to the second girl, her green eyes keenly holding mine. She muttered something I couldn’t hear but lifted her top, revealing her perky boobs, her dark nipples standing erect as she dipped her fingers into her shorts, her fingers sliding into her pussy.

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.