Erotic Short Stores Novels & Stories

The top is a simple porous singlet and below is a skinny short that clings to the hard muscles of his legs, showcasing his rich cock. Fat. Sinful. Beads of sweat drop from his chin as he lifts the weight. It lands on his shorts, right around his groin. The sweaty map makes the bold visual too glaring. “Why do all good men have to be taken?” I groan, feeling my hand rub my breasts. I tease, stroking from one breast to the other, teasing my nipples. ‘Take your eyes off this one, bitch!’ My mind groans. ‘This is off limits.’

His hips jerked with each spurt his hand milking every drop watching it cover me. I watched him come the sight pushing my orgasm longer my fingers rubbing my clit slow now drawing it out feeling his cum warm thick on my skin. “So much,” I whispered reaching down to rub it in spreading it over my breasts and stomach marking myself with him feeling dirty and owned. Rune breathed hard watching me play with his cum his cock twitching still half hard at the sight. “You are fucking perfect,” he said, leaning in to kiss me deep, tasting my mouth slow now, the urgency fading but the heat still there.

It instantly twitched and started to grow, with muffled moans coming from the other side of the wall. I slowly bobbed my head up and down his shaft increasing the speed trying to get him to cum as quickly as I could. I could feel him tensing his body trying to hold back So taking as much of him in my mouth as I could I cupped his balls and gently massaged them until he shot his load. Before I could think my natural reactions kicked in and I swallowed it all. Before he could take his dick out I shot up, ran over to the desk took a shot of vodka, and ate as many mints as I could. I won’t say that I enjoyed doing it but I didn’t hate it either. There was something exciting about it that I could

Hidden inches from his legs, close enough to smell him, close enough that if I leaned forward I could press my face against the hard outline still straining against his zipper. My hand slipped between my thighs without permission. Fingers glided easily through my fold. I circled my swollen clit slowly, biting back a moan as Maria kept talking about budgets and faculty meetings. Then Dade shifted in his chair. His legs spread slightly. One hand dropped casually to his lap...right in front of me. He unzipped himself with quiet efficiency. His cock sprang free...thick, long, veined, the head already glistening. It bobbed heavily inches from my face. The musky scent of him hit me like a drug.

His hand wrapped lightly around my throat, not squeezing hard, just holding me in place. “You’re mine now, not his,” he growled against my ears. “I’m going to pump this cum into your married pussy full until it overflows.” I rocked back to meet every thrust while lost in the filthy pleasure then he reached for his phone and started recording. He captured my breasts bouncing and the way my face twisted in ecstasy, shame gulped me but it made me wetter. He pulled out suddenly and pressed the head of his cock against my ass. “Breathe,” he whispered.

Then, I packed all the cheap gifts Benjamin had gotten me over the past 15 years. I included a pen drive containing the information on the correctional facility that I'd gathered over the years and the divorce agreement. I had everything couriered to the wedding venue. Hector had been young when being sent to the correctional facility, and he'd gotten PTSD after being tormented. He'd forgotten about everything that had happened there. I hadn't dared to say much on the subject over the years because I was worried about agitating him. In hindsight, it didn't matter at all.

He was focused on destroying my pussy. “I am coming! I’m coming again!” I yelled, my fingers digging into his muscular arms. My climax hit me like a tidal wave. My pussy gripped his nine-inch dick so hard I thought he might pop. I was shaking and crying out, my voice raw from screaming. Leo didn't stop; he increased the speed, his dick hitting my sweet spot with every violent thrust. “I’m going to blow, Veronica! I can’t hold it”! He roared.

ELLA The table had left deep grooves in my hips from where the edge had pressed for so long. My skin felt raw everywhere—thighs chafed, nipples swollen and tender from constant pinching, ass burning from repeated stretching, throat scraped hoarse. Cum had crusted in places: flaky on my cheeks, tacky between my breasts, thick and cooling in the creases of my elbows. Every shallow breath pulled in the heavy scent of it all—salt, musk, the faint rubbery edge of condoms some of them had bothered with, the sharp tang of my own repeated releases.

In the next series, it will be an explosive and infuriatingly hardcore Gay short erotica stories compilation where filthy boys and dangerously hungry men chasing the very thing they shouldn’t crave. They just want to be ruined, reshaped and overly pleased because their bodies bleed and burn with an obsession that runs deeper for any cure, except one. High voltage desires to have their tight cracks shed apart, rimmed with sizes they never imagined exist and their girths straining, covered with slick. You’ll be left glancing through the pages in the most hidden corner of the world where no one would see you squirming. If you will be reading with a partner, fair warning: you’ll either test thei

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.