Erotic Shoet Stories Novels & Stories

She complained, but I could see the small smile tugging on her lips as she leaned closer to me, and I captured her mouth in a passionate kiss. “Then I'll make sure you can't walk on your feet tomorrow,” I muttered against her lips as I flipped her onto the bed and she giggled softly when I placed soft kisses all over her chest. “I heard you every time.” She suddenly whispered and I raised a brow in confusion. “Whenever you jerked off, moaning my name, I heard you. And I… it was so fucking sexy that I touched myself too, while thinking of you. I never told you because I didn't want you to think I was a hoe or a whore.” She explained and I shot her a knowing smile as I traced her bottom lip wi

Chloe murmured. They broke apart slowly, lips glistening, chests heaving. Sheila turned to Chloe, her lips swollen, eyes dark with need. “Did you enjoy the show?” she teased breathlessly. Chloe’s lips curved into a wicked smile. “Now… get ready to work.” Eva chuckled low, stripping her clothes away in a slow tease. Sheila followed, until both stood naked, curves bathed in the golden glow. Chloe’s eyes devoured them, stunned by the sight. Eva moved first—scooping Sheila up, lips locked with hers, carrying her effortlessly to the couch. She laid her down, spreading her legs wide, revealing her wet cunt glistening under the light. Slowly, Eva lowered herself, pressing her own dripping heat agai

The first results were articles with bold headlines: "Damien Cross: The Painter of Desire" "Eroticism in Strokes and Shadows" "The Man Who Turns Skin into Stories" She clicked one. A grainy photograph of a tall man in a black shirt appeared, his face half-turned away from the camera. Dark hair, sharp jawline, eyes that seemed to be staring at something far beyond the frame. He looked… untouchable. Like he belonged to another world. Then she saw his paintings. Her breath caught.

“Come on my fingers like the needy slut you are right now.” Elena shattered and her walls pulsed violently around my fingers, a gush of wetness flooding my hand as she cried out, body shaking. I kept stroking her through it, drawing out every spasm until her legs trembled. But I wasn’t done teasing her. I pulled my fingers out and brought them to her lips. “Suck,” I ordered. She obeyed, tasting herself on me with eager moans. While she sucked, I stripped off my shirt and shoved my pants down. My thick veiny cock filled with precum immediately sprang free.

My cheeks flushed in embarrassment but I didn't fail to shoot back, “Aren’t we just coming from a pool party? Of course, it's the water. Thinking I'm wet for you? In your dreams.” “Arrgghh…Lordd. Maxwell!” I moaned. His ministrations on my breasts already made heat pool beneath my thighs. I rubbed them together, hoping to provide some kind of friction since Ethan was just staring at me like he wanted to rip my head off. He yanked my panties down my legs, leaving my pussy bare and exposed. The cool air hit me and I shivered involuntarily as Ethan pressed two fingers against my clit. “Mmmm…” Trying my best not to moan and give Ethan that satisfaction but my body betrayed me and I couldn't help

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

she whimpered, leaning forward to capture my lips in a deep, tongue-twisting French kiss. As our tongues entwined, Lillian guided my nine-inch cock to the entrance of her soaking wet pussy. She lowered herself slowly, her eyes locked onto mine, savoring the moment my head breached her tight walls. I groaned loudly as I felt her heat envelop me, the tightness of her grip reminding me why she was the only woman who could truly handle me. "Put it all in, Edwin," she breathed, her voice trembling. "Fill me up before we give some of it to her."

I nodded as I grabbed my boob and pinched my nipple slightly. I curled my toes, reached back, and clawed at his arm. "Cum, slut" My body obeyed the command at once. I screamed, my cum sprayed everywhere. In a few seconds, Damon slammed his cock into me a few more times. Then she released shots of his hot cum into my ass and pulled out. His cum dripped out of my ass onto the floor, mixing with my cum. We lay down side by side, catching our breaths. "Ella"