Erotic Short Fiction Novels & Stories

“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.”

The railing creaked under their combined weight. Victor’s hand snaked around Elena’s throat, squeezing just enough to make stars burst behind her eyes. Breath play in a thunderstorm (dangerous, perfect). Elena’s vision tunneled; her orgasm built like a riptide. She pulled back just long enough to gasp, “Choke her too.” Victor released Elena and reached forward, wrapping one large hand around Liana’s slender throat from behind. Liana’s eyes rolled back, mouth open to the rain. Elena dove back in, sucking Liana’s clit hard, two fingers plunging deep, curling ruthlessly.

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as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

My heart hammered against my ribs. The order was degrading, obscene. And it set a fire in my belly. I leaned forward, closing the distance. The first touch of my tongue to the cool, wet wood was salt and bitterness and him. I moaned, the sound involuntary, vibrating against the desk. I licked a slow, deliberate stripe through the spill, gathering it into my mouth. The act was so submissive, so filthy, that it coiled heat low in my core. I could feel Jonathan’s seed trickling from inside me, a parallel intimacy.

She would worry about Jessica’s fury later if she were to find out. Their breathing became heavier as they approached climax, and the sounds of flesh slapping, punctuated by moans and groans, echoed in the tiny room. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, turning her on even more. Fireworks exploded in her as she hit her climax, her body shaking and her walls gripping him tight as she came. With one final thrust, his legs shook as he spilled his seed inside her, her inner walls convulsing as she milked him dry.

he said, groaning my name. With that, I wrapped my arms around his back, dragging my nails across his skin, which made him hiss. I pulled our lips together again, our bodies tangling once more. “That’s it, sweet mate, touch what’s yours,” he said as soon as we broke apart. With those words, I approached my climax quickly. I felt that familiar wave of pleasure rising. His thrusts did not stop for even a moment. He flipped me so I was on all fours, his hands holding my arms in place—pinning me. His thrusts became more erratic, never slowing down. I was drooling, unable to think clearly; the only thing in my mind was how good he felt in this position.