Erotic Short Novels Novels & Stories

He looked up slowly, letting his storm-gray eyes drag over my body like a physical caress. “Lock the door,” he said quietly and my fingers trembled with excitement as I turned the lock. Adrian stood and rounded the desk, stopping just inches away. The scent of black coffee and warm male skin filled my senses. “You look sexy” he drawed with his gaze lingering on the swell of my breasts and the hem of my short skirt. “Good girl.” Good girl Aughhh those two words made my clit throb. He has no idea how those two words messes with my restraint.

The fact that she had a pretty face and great body, combined with her inexperience and shyness, got Josephine even hornier. There was something wild, irresistible and purely sexy about that girl. Josephine wanted that soft skin to rub against hers. She couldn't wait to rub her pussy against April's pussy. Oh fuck. The erotic thoughts of her and April in a scissors position, rubbing and pressing their pussies against each other, made the volume her moans and groans increase. She increased the movement of her fingers, brutal thrusting and ramming her fingers into her pussy over and over again, her thumb coming in contact with her sensitive clit with every powerful thrust.

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.

I removed my hand and she let out a gasp . I let go off her nipple and started to suck on my fingers which were dripping with her juices while she looked at me . I took my middle finger to her lips and she opened up immediately. The sight of her sucking and licking her juices from my finger was turning me on even more. I allowed her finish before taking off the shorts I had on quickly . My dick was hard as a rock and fully erect . Clara looked at it,she looked amazed by the sight of it. I got up and walked to the front of the bed signalling for her to climb .

But he didn’t budge, didn’t move an inch Instead of pushing harder, my legs widened on their own, opening more, giving room for me to rock against him as he kept worshipping my breasts… tongue lapping circles around one nipple while his fingers pinched the other. I rocked harder, grinding my pussy along the thick ridge of his cock through his shorts… I only just realized he was putting on a short. A rush of warmth shot through my entire body. My legs clamped around his hips instinctively, heels digging into the back of his thighs. I imagined his length inside me, stretching me, filling me deep. I rocked relentlessly, chasing that friction and moaning softly

"His own robe was already gone, discarded before he had climbed onto the bed, and she could feel the hard planes of his chest against her, the rough texture of the hair there a delicious friction against her skin." As his bare skin met hers, a new sexual sensation sparked inside her, a current of pure, unadulterated desire that demanded to be released. His cock was already hard enough again, demanding pressure against her thigh. As he leaned in, he grabbed one of her standing nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently while his other hand cupped her other breast. "A soft moan escaped her lips, the sound she had been holding back since they left the shower." Corvina held his

“God, Marcus… your cock feels so fucking good… I am so close… fuck me through it… make me cum all over the sheets…” Marcus growled low in his throat, a deep, animalistic sound, and kept pounding into him without mercy. The wet, rhythmic slapping sounds grew louder and more obscene. Elias’s body shook violently with every brutal thrust. His moans climbed higher and higher until finally he cried out, his voice breaking in the most erotic, shameless way I had ever heard. “Fuck… I am cumming… Marcus! I am cumming so hard!”

I couldn't get enough of his hard muscles, especially the one that kept sliding in and out of me. After a few seconds of kissing, Erick's thrusts changed from long, slow thrusts to short and fast. Now he was pounding away at my cunt as if it was the last pussy he'd ever get to fuck. Although, if I had my way, it certainly wouldn't be the last time he fucked me. The heat in my pussy was building until it felt as if I was going to explode. But before I had a chance to let my orgasm overtake me, the door to the bedroom burst open.

His hand settled lightly on my shoulders, then trailed down my arm in a slow caress. When his fingers reached my knee, they slipped beneath the hem of my dress, stroking the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his fingertips grazed the damp fabric covering my pussy. “You’re drenched,” he observed, voice rough with satisfaction. He pressed two fingers against my clit through the lace, circling with firm deliberate strokes that made my hips jerk forward involuntarily. “All this from reading your own fantasies? Or is it because I’m finally touching what you wrote about so many nights?”

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”