Romans & histoires Erotic Romantic Short Stories

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

"We had sex. It was good. Now we move on with our lives." Something about his dismissal made me incredibly angry—and also made me want him more. "So this was just for tonight?" I asked. "What did you think it was?" he asked, turning to look at me. "That I was going to confess my undying love? That you were going to quit your job and become my housewife?" "No," I said, standing and gathering my ruined clothes. "I just thought—" "You don't want romance," he interrupted. "You want exactly what just happened. You want someone who can take control. Someone who can make you forget about being in charge for a few hours."

Intimate. “You’re not walking away in eighty-three days,” Damien growled, slamming in deep and staying there, rotating his hips. “I’m going to pump so much cum into this hole you’ll be leaking me for weeks. Gonna keep you collared, plugged, and pregnant with my loads until you forget what freedom tastes like.” Kai’s eyes rolled back. The dirty breeding talk destroyed him. His cock pulsed untouched between their bodies, smearing pre-cum everywhere. Damien reached down and stroked him roughly. “Come for me. Now.”

I told him I wasn’t the one begging for distance every time things got real. The motherfucker left the next morning after we fucked for two hours straight and I still wasn’t satisfied. Trust me, the hours weren’t the problem—I just couldn’t get enough of it. He didn't grind my pussy as much as I'd fantasized it. He barely even touched the surface. What a waste! My fourth boyfriend didn’t even give an explanation. He just stopped replying to my messages after a night he called “perfect.” That night barely even beat what my hands could do for themselves. How could he call that ‘perfect’?

“Do you want to pretend, or do you want to stop being the only fool in the room?” He kissed me before I finished the question. Desperate. Clumsy. Angry. I responded with the same fire. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t even lust. It was vengeance laced with need. We clawed at each other like two people who’d been starving for too long. I pulled down his shorts. He ripped my bikini bottom. I lay back on the guest bed, legs spread, body ready. And he slid into me like he’d been waiting years for it.

“My fucking princess.” I looked back down and eyed her pussy as I made love to her. It was so erotic and with each thrust, she clenched tighter. She was going to come soon and so was I. I thrusted faster and pressed my finger against her clit, playing with it. She thrashed under me as my finger moved. My cock ached at how she responded to my touch and my heart fluttered as she made sounds. I wanted to hear more, to hear the sounds she made when I touched her, when I kissed her and when my cock was inside her.

“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 groaned as her orgasm came round his dick. “Fuck! That's one” he groaned and smirked before adjusting himself and thrusting into her in momentum. Their ragged breathing and moans filled the room as their body moved in perfect erotic rhythm. Jade loved how well his cock filled her up. It was definitely not human. She screamed and squeezed his shoulders hard as his cock slammed against her magic spot, extreme pleasure rippling throughout her body. He bent his head and sucked her breasts and she arched her body into him as her mouth hung open. Her muscles contracted as he kept slamming against her g-spot.

“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."