Erotic Sexy Short Stories Novels & Stories

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

My voice was shaky as I spoke. I saw her smiling before she finally spoke, I black eyes were shining with something I couldn't quite name. No… the opposite of what I was wanting to hear from her… your writing was loving and powerful. I love your story because I love erotic stories myself and I'd like to talk more about it with you. “So are you free this weekend Come to my place Sunday at eight.” I felt my heartbeat increase is it the test that I don't want her to give me that she wants to give me in her house? Or is it something else? I asked myself.

Lexi They kept fucking me like that for what felt like forever—long, deep strokes that kept me teetering right on the edge without letting me fall. My whole body was shaking, sweat slicking my skin, my pussy making the wettest, most obscene sounds every time they bottomed out. I could feel their cocks throbbing inside me, both of them fighting their own orgasms, veins pulsing against my walls. “Please… please…” I was crying now, actual tears of overwhelming pleasure and frustration. “I can’t hold it… I’m gonna cum… I’m so close… Zach, Julian, please let me cum…”

His thrusts were so hard and deep that they made my tits bounce, the sound of our flesh slapping filled the room and Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, his fingers toyed with my nipples, twisting and pinching them. His large hands came down as a hard slap and I bit the gag feeling myself getting wetter from the pain. He turned the vibrator back on and pressed it against my clit, switching the speed from fast to slow, teasing me mercilessly. “You’re such a dirty little slut, Maggie,” he growled, thrusting harder. “Begging a stranger for cock at a party. Now you’re getting exactly what you asked for. I’m going to fill this greedy pussy up. Breed you like the desperate whore you are.”

She moaned, her hips moving against his hand, a desperate seeking motion for more. “You’re so eager, aren’t you, my love?” he whispered, slipping a finger inside her. Her inner walls clenched around him, hot and slick. She moaned, a deeper sound this time, her hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for the connection. He added another finger, his thumb finding her pulsing clit, rubbing gently, deliberately. Her breath hitched. “Tell me you like that,” he commanded softly, watching her face. She cried out, her body convulsing as she came, a powerful rush that tightened her around his fingers.

Just the hard, slick pressure of his head, and then the deep, tearing invasion as he pushed himself fully inside me with one ruthless motion. I gasped, my hands scrabbling on the polished wood. So full. The stretch was exquisite, a painful pleasure that made my toes curl. “That’s it,” he snarled, his hands anchoring me. “Take it. You love it rough, don’t you? You love feeling like my dirty little secret.” He began to move. Short, sharp pulls followed by deep, grinding thrusts. Each one jolted my body, sending shocks of sensation from my core to my fingertips. The rhythm was erratic, angry, hungry. He wasn’t just having sex; he was marking his territory.

“Yes… oh, God yes…” I love this! He fucked up into me harder, chair creaking under us. Wet sounds filled the room… my slick, his balls slapping against me, our desperate breathing. I clenched around him on every downstroke, milking him. He cursed under his breath, hips snapping. “You’re gonna make me come too fast,” he panted. “You feel too fucking good.” “Then come,” I begged, feeling like a dirty little slut, nails raking down his chest through his shirt. “Come inside me, Trev.. I want to feel it. I want all of you.”

"Take my cock like a good girl." Holy shit, it was Nick. Hearing his voice say those dirty, dominant words made my clit throb. Normally I wasn't a perv but I couldn't help myself. I could clearly hear gagging sounds followed by balls slapping. "Good girl, swallow my seed. All of it.” His words made my clit throb and my nipples turned hard. Moisture drenched my underwear. Unable to stop myself, I slipped a hand into my shorts and pushed my finger into my drenched, aching folds.

“I’m not stopping, baby girl. Not tonight. I’ve spent too many nights trying to ignore how fucking sexy you’ve become. Those tiny shorts that ride up your ass when you bend over. Those thin tank tops with your hard nipples poking through. Walking around like you don’t know what you do to me.” His fingers sped up, thrusting deeper, faster. My juices ran down his wrist as he worked me open. The pressure built rapidly in my core, coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke. “Daddy… I’m going to come,” I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders.

he growls, now pulling the seam of my shorts back and forth. “Ah, fuck yes. Don't stop that,” I breathed helplessly, loving the way my insides burned with need. Ace kept at his current movement, not relenting with the push and pull of my seam. My breathing fastened and my eyes closed as I focused on the way my shorts rubbed against my slits. “Ah–ah, please please, I'm–” Before the words could escape my lips, Ace released his grip on my seam, spanking me right after. My core clenched and unclenched as the wave of disappointment crashed over my body.