Erotic Fiction Short Story Novels & Stories

The thin fabric of his boxer briefs was the only barrier between her naked cheeks and his heavy cock. She pressed harder, grinding in tiny, teasing circles. His dick twitched. Thickened. She felt it swell against her soft flesh. Elena bit her lip to stifle a moan. She reached behind her, fingers slipping under the waistband of his boxers. She freed his growing erection, hot and velvety, already leaking precum. With a shaky breath, she lifted the hem of her short nightie higher, bunching it around her waist, fully exposing her dripping pussy and ass.

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I spread her pussy wide and her hands held her thighs for me as I bent down to lick at her, lapping at her pussy, finding her nub, but then tracing back to her ass, unable to resist something so forbidden as rimming my plump, cute, nineteen-year-old student's ass-hole. As I tongued her tightest hole, spreading her cheeks wide, her hand rubbed desperately at her clit. "Oh fuuuck," she moaned, craning her neck to look at me tonguing her ass. Holding my tongue stiff, my head bobbed at her asshole, and I knew I was showing her something that she'd never experienced before. It felt so taboo, and so deliciously naughty, that my own precum was out of control. "Do you like that, Lucy?" I said.

His entire body went rigid, his muscles shaking violently as he shot a thick, hot wave of cum deep inside my pussy, filling me up until it was spilling out. We stayed pinned against that glass window for a very long time, both of us panting for breath, our sweat mixing together as the city lights twinkled far below us. The sin was committed. It was beautiful, it was wrong, and as Julian slowly pulled his thick dick out and wrapped his strong arms around my shaking, naked body, I knew neither of us could ever go back to the way things were before.

When I got to him, I stood over him on the bed, turned around, and gently squatted over his face. "I said..", he trailed off. "Sit", he added as his hands brought me down to his face. "Fuck", I shivered. His tongue had already begun to tease my clit, it circled round and round making a low pressure build up in my belly. I took his hard throbbing cock in my hands, and took it in my mouth. It tasted like ice cream on a hot summer day, it felt like taking water when you've been parched. I mean, the taste of his cock was so erotic. I could feel myself drip even more.

My hips rocked against his face as he ate me out with raw hunger. Two thick fingers pushed inside me, curling perfectly against my G-spot while his tongue worked my clit relentlessly. “You taste even better than I imagined,” he growled between licks. “So sweet and tight. Come on, Victoria. Cum on your brother-in-law’s tongue like a good girl.” The dirty words pushed me over the edge. My orgasm hit hard — my back arched, thighs shaking as I came with a sharp cry, flooding his mouth. Ethan didn’t stop. He licked me through every wave, drinking every drop until I was trembling and oversensitive.

After all, he wasn't trying to bargain for his death, he was bargaining sex with me. And with that, I slowly lowered the gun. My choices were wrong, my insides pooled with dread. But the thought of his thrusts made me courageous enough to drop the gun to the floor. “Make this quick.” Rocco moved swiftly, like a predator coming for its prey. I knew for a fact that this wasn't going to be like the previous sex. This was going to be rough. Fast. Desperate. Rocco closed the distance between us, slipping a hand around my waist. He slipped his free hand into my skirt. His fingers found my slits and he gently grazed over them, making my thighs clench. My folds burned with heat as he increased press

“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."

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”