Erotic Short Sex Stories Novels & Stories

End of story. Clare looked at him. He was smiling, the corner of his eyes wrinkled up by his amusement. She thought he was probably the most beautiful man she'd ever seen in her life. Almost unconsciously she wriggled her bottom so her clitoris butted up against his toe. He was right, of course, completely right. There was no point pretending. Realistically, though she hadn’t thought it through, there was no long-term future in their relationship: They had nothing in common apart from sex. That didn’t mean, in the short term, they didn’t have a very healthy mutual interest in each other. There was something very freeing about being involved with a man for such narrow reasons, no actions held

Her breasts bounced on the kitchen counter each time the man gave her a hard thrust. Xavier arched his back as his head fell backwards, hands moving up and down his long cock. “Ohh fuckk.” He groaned. I stood there transfixed. He looked so hot and the sight of it made me even wetter. I imagined him pumping into me while I screamed his name or be the one sitting on the top of his long cock and stare at his handsome features while he pleasures me. “Fuck..Argh…Aurora yess baby.” He let out a deep growl as he increased his pace, eyes tightly shut and mouth slightly agape, he groaned again. “Aurora…I’m cumming!”

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.

“Push my cum out, baby. Let me see that creamy mess.” Later, he carried her to the private outdoor hot tub overlooking the lake. Steam rose around them as he sat her on his lap, impaling her on his cock again. They fucked slowly at first under the stars, then harder, water splashing everywhere. Kane bit her neck, leaving fresh hickeys. “Everyone at university wishes they could have you… but you’re my secret whore.” Lila rode him desperately, tits bouncing in his face. He sucked hard on her nipples while thrusting up. She came again, soaking his cock. Kane followed, filling her once more.

She could tell that even without much stimulation he was almost ready to blow right away. “So one thing you can do is when you know you’re going to have sex, jerk off slowly that afternoon. It will give you more staying power a few hours later.” He nodded, looking down at her hand grazing against his shaft. “The other thing is to learn how to stop yourself from cumming.”

That caused my eyebrows to raise and my cheeks to blush. "Well... If you like that mix, maybe 'Story of O' by Pauline Réage, 'The Lover' by Marguerite Duras, 'Tropic of Cancer' by Henry Miller, or 'Delta of Venus' by Anaïs Nin could be recommended," I suggested, my face burning. These were considered significant works of erotic literature, but at the same time, they were quite scandalous. "Did you enjoy them?" he asked with a slightly huskier voice. "I like forming my own opinions."

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

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.