Erotic Fiction Short Story Novels & Stories

Hey loves! 🖤 So… Daddy's Best Friend. Oh God forgive me. If you made it to the end of this one, first of all, are you okay? Because I am not okay and I wrote it. Maverick Cole has absolutely no right being that man and yet here we are. This was a three chapter short story and I wanted every single chapter to hit. If you loved this one, please drop your rating and leave a comment because it genuinely means everything to me as an author.

The sharp sensation tore a loud gasp from Emma’s throat, her back arching harder against him. They fucked like that for several long minutes and Emma’s moans quickly escalated into loud, uncontrollable screams again, the combination of his ruthless fucking and the constant fear of exposure pushing her toward the edge far too quickly. “Fuuuuck, Officer, yes, I’m…Ahhhh, I’m so close already… don’t stop please… AAAAAHHHHHH!” He reached around and found her swollen clit, rubbing it in fast, rough circles while his cock continued its assault.

No mistaking what it was. Her body ground against him, every move of her hips rubbing over his hardness. Heat surged through her veins. And then it hit her—his scent. That same scent from earlier. Her eyes snapped open. It’s him! The guy at the counter! Her body burned hotter with that realization. Wetness pooled between her thighs. Flashes of his veiny hand skimming her curves made her bite back a moan. She pushed harder against him, rolling her hips until he groaned into her ear.

And once the line is crossed, there will be no turning back. But Gracie’s story is only the beginning. This book unlocks a collection of raw, taboo-driven erotic tales—each one more daring, more dangerous, and more intoxicating than the last. For readers who crave the forbidden, who ache for the edge where desire blurs with darkness, this is your invitation. Enjoy reading.. *************

Now at twenty-three, the ache for him had only grown sharper, more desperate. The erotic novel lay open on the desk beside me, its pages filled with filthy scenes of forbidden dominance and surrender that only made my pussy wetter. I rubbed my swollen clit in tight circles, then plunged two fingers back inside myself, imagining it was his thick cock stretching me instead. My husband Marcus had never made me feel like this. Not once. Useless bastard. The thought of him made me thrust harder. Marcus was good for nothing, not in bed, not in conversation, not even in running the company he’d married into.

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.

When he asked, the old woman squeaked and scratched like a horny man. - She is a beautiful specimen. Chaos said to the baliset in tune. The priestess next to Pietra replied, with her gentle contralto: "It is a known fact that the Lehmann Fuchs begin to grow late, Your Reverence. "That's what I heard, that's what I heard," The man said, albeit with his finger pulling her to the chair, then taking off her panties, opening her legs, sucking her vagina, lowering his head, towards her vagina. She was everything they were looking for, the woman released a sweet pheromone, her vagina was sweet and syrupy.

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

Antonio’s kiss on her neck lingered, and the hands he wrapped around her waist seemed to be there even without his presence. “What am I suddenly…feeling this way….”. She opened her eyes and exhaled hotly. She could feel the wetness overflowing and her clits drumming and kicking for a touch. “Not now, this…this…is bad…should I?” She sat up and looked down. “I have to keep myself busy and my mind away from any erotic thoughts”. She walked to her small bookshelf and found a novel by a talented writer, CAROLUCHY. Unfortunately, it was an erotica novel. Doris gave it to her as a birthday gift years ago, and she never opened it, the deceit there is the title didn’t hint on the nature of the novel.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.