Erotic Online Short Stories Novels & Stories

Two: some small, traitorous part of me hadn't stopped thinking about what he'd said since he said it or about the two seconds after I fell, when neither of us had moved. I sat back down at my laptop, stared at the same flat, lifeless paragraph for a long time, and then before I could talk myself out of it opened a new tab. My cursor sat blinking in the search bar for almost a full minute before I typed the question: does an erotic writer need experience before writing? I deleted it. Typed it again. This time I hit search.

Sophia especially liked to submit to Derick, a guy she met on a dating/flirting website. Derick always made daring and naughty requests. He made her wear any underwear he asked for, even to go to work. She always took pictures each time to prove her loyalty to her 'master'. She would also post the photo on her online gallery so that her other admirers could still comment. The raw comments she got each time, and the questions and requests even gave her butterflies in her stomach. She also exchanged contacts with Derick so they could talk on the phone more often. One faithful morning, Derick asked her to wear a black lace thong and a balconette bra to work. Sophia did as he asked, and she took

He leaned over me, his white coat brushing my back, and bit down on my shoulder as he railed me deeper. “Tell me how much you love your doctor’s cock,” he demanded, voice rough against my ear. “Tell me you want me to knock you up right here in the ER.” “I love it—” I moaned into his palm, pushing my ass back to meet every punishing thrust. “I love your cock, Doctor… Please breed me… Fill me up again… Knock me up—” The filthy words made him growl like an animal. He pulled out suddenly, spun me onto my back again, and hooked my legs over his shoulders, folding me in half. The new angle let him sink even deeper, the head of his cock battering against my cervix with every thrust.

Liquid pleasure was flowing through my veins at a lightning pace; I grabbed the sink with my hand, a soft moan escaped my mouth as his dick rubbed harder against me, slightly opening my folds, the glans was hitting my clit with each move. "Ahhh... just like that... but we can't," I whimpered, but my hips wiggled impatient, grinding back to feel more. He sprinkled pre-cum over my skin like saliva, the slick making the rub obscene, his free hand slipping under my tank to mouth my breast, squeezing full, thumb circling the nipple rough. "Oh yea... ageeeeghhhh... hhhh." I moaned uncontrollably quiet, core releasing more fluid, coating his length as it slid through my folds, parting them open wid

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.

She should forget about her embarrassment. She lifted one leg and slung it over his shoulder as she clung even harder to his neck so that she would not fall. She saw the sudden change in his expression. His eyes seemed to be on fire as he stared at her. Does the man still feel lust even if he is no longer erected? She inadvertently moaned when his hand caressed her raised thigh. The warmth of his palms on her skin was making her feel hot. She didn't expect him to kiss her thigh.

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

“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."

My thighs pressed together on instinct, but it was already too late. A slick rush of wetness flooded my panties, hot and sudden, soaking the delicate lace until it clung to my swollen fold. My clit pulsed hard, as if his voice had whispered the command straight against my skin. God. I was dripping. Just from an email. Just from the knowledge that the most explicit thing I’d ever written...forty-three pages of raw, shameless fantasy...was now sitting in his inbox. I had submitted the wrong file. On Monday night I’d been running on cold coffee and three hours of sleep, watching a course submission portal count down the last two minutes before the deadline.

but instead she rubbed her gigantic tits on his face, and stroked his cock at the same time. She created perfect sensual friction that caused Light to close his eyes, stand still, and let himself be pleasantly tortured. Lexi inhaled as much sexual energy as she could from Light from this action. Many centuries of practice had enlightened her on the fact that this was the quickest method to make a straight man cum. The sexual energy emanated from humans produces testosterone in Sex Demons. That was why Lexi and her husbands preferred to consume the sexual energies of attractive and freaky humans only. Where can you find those? Of course, on the dark web.