Erotic Shoet Stories Novels & Stories

With a scream that slowly turned into a gasp, her head lowered as if coming down from the clouds as her completely ecstatic body rested beneath the body of that man she wanted to be with. Erick was kissing her lips. He smiled when he told her. "I like this story!" To which the young woman smiling and kissing his mouth while she passed her hands around her neck said. "I love it, although it does not end here!" Smiling, Erick nodded as he said. "It is only beginning!" She smiled, and where she was grabbing the ice cream to savor it with a finger when she said, looking mischievously at Erick. "Do you want to know another fun way to eat Ice cream?"

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

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Elsa whispered when she finally gathered her strength and voice again. "And when you're with me, you never need to go back to darkness again." They hugged each other in silence, but their hearts were beating faster and louder by the minute. Outside, rain started pouring as if it's a sign of another life they will share together. END * Next: Fuck Me in Public, Daddy Erica is jealous of her friends having wild sex adventures but her boyfriend is a gentle nerd... or so she thought, because Paul is hiding a dirty little secret.

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

I tried to tell him as he lifted my skirt up, shifting my thong to one side. "Marcus could walk in at any..." The words died in my throat as his tip nudged at my entrance. I bit down hard on my lips, anticipating the moment he would slam into me. "Please." I begged, after seeing as he was taking his sweet time, coating his tip with my wetness. "Fuggggh!" I quickly closed my mouth as he slammed hard into me. My hand immediately gripped the edges of the counter for support, he pulled out, leaving just his tip in me before slamming right back.

Each count mixed with helpless moans while fresh slickness coated my folds and began to dampen his trousers beneath me. The ninth made my eyes sting. My clit was shaking and begging to be touched. “Nine…” I moaned, voice shaking. The tenth landed heaviest of all. “Ten…” The number left me in a drawn-out moan as I lay panting, both cheeks burning, pussy so wet the fabric clung to every swollen fold. He paused and rested his palm against the warm marked skin. The simple contact after the sharp pain made me shiver hard. “That was for kissing him,” he said. “Now get on your knees and follow me.” I didn't think twice at the command.

He hooked my knees over his elbows, folding me almost in half, and pounded into me while the glittering city lights painted stripes across our still-masked faces. “Look at me,” he ordered, voice rough with restraint and pure lust. “Look at the stranger who’s ruining this perfect tight pussy. Tell me how good it feels to get fucked raw by a man whose name you will never know. Tell me how much you love being a secret little slut for one night.” “So good—fuck—so deep—I’m going to come again—please—” “Then come. Soak my cock. Let the whole suite hear you scream for a man with no name.”