Erotic Fiction Short Stories Novels & Stories

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

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.

Each stroke was deliberate, sadistic, circling my entrance but never diving in, never grazing my throbbing clit. The wet heat of his mouth teased me, his tongue flat and soft against my sensitive skin, tasting my arousal like he owned it. My pussy clenched around nothing, dripping more juice onto his chin, the cool air hitting the wetness and sending shivers up my spine. My nipples hardened into tight peaks, aching as they rubbed against the thin fabric of my dress, begging for attention I couldn't give them. My body twisted under the torment, hips bucking up instinctively, chasing that elusive pressure, but Elden pinned my thighs down with his strong hands, keeping me spread wide and helple

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There was an odd swear word in it but it seemed right for the context'. 'Did it turn you on?' I asked simply. Julia now flushed bright red and did not answer. 'Your face tells me that it did. I'm glad, which is what it's supposed to do. Did it offend you?' 'No. How could a lovely story like that offend me?' she asked in return. 'What better definition of erotic writing do you want. Something that is not offensive but is a turn on both mentally and physically' 'Do you think that that story is true?'

She was already slurring from the intensity, thin threads of saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth and forming a small puddle on the table. The girl shuddered violently several times. A few weak waves of thin white fluid shot from the head of her little cock, spraying onto the edge of the table. She was flipped onto her back again. Her sweat-soaked white shirt hung uselessly around her waist, while most of her smooth back was covered in fine beads of sweat and the red erotic marks left by the man when he had leaned over her for fierce kisses. Her fair, supple buttocks were almost completely exposed, her tight little hole slapped red by the repeated impact of his heavy, dark balls. Be

He didn’t stop, licking me through every aftershock until I was oversensitive and whining, pushing weakly at his shoulders. He rose over me, lips shiny with my arousal, and kissed me again. I tasted myself on him—salty-sweet, filthy. His cock was straining against his briefs, a dark wet spot at the tip. I reached down, palming him through the fabric. He hissed, hips jerking. “Take them off,” I whispered. He shoved the briefs down, kicking them away. His cock sprang free—heavy, thick, veined, the head flushed dark and leaking. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking slowly, feeling him throb in my grip.

I stroked him eagerly, loving the way he groaned and thrust into my fist. “Such a good little whore,” he praised, voice strained. “Look at you, naked on your professor’s desk and jerking my cock like you were made for it.” He kissed me again while I stroked him faster. His three fingers returned to my pussy, stretching me open while his thumb tormented my clit. We moved together—filthy, desperate, perfect. I released again on his fingers, moaning into his mouth as he spilled over my hand and stomach in hot, thick ropes.

Everything became sharper, her vision, her hearing and especially her sensitive sexual nerve endings that pleaded for more of the vampire juice to coat her vaginal walls with sticky goo. Lafitte pulled out his dripping cock and rubbed it up and down her well lubricated ass crack. The two female vampires licked her ass with devilish tongues. They stretched her anus for Lafitte's cock and she felt him apply strong pressure to her tight little opening. She wanted to say something but her words were frozen in her throat. She had only been ass fucked by her room-mate's brother in college and that was because they were so drunk. She remembered it as somewhat thrilling because her room-mate, a pret

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.