Erotic Short Stores Novels & Stories

“You don’t come until I say. You hold it.” He goes back down and keeps the same relentless rhythm until I’m shaking and begging under my breath. Every time the pressure builds too high he backs off, blows cool air over my clit, waits for the edge to fade, then starts again. He does it four times. By the fifth I’m crying from how much I need it, hips trying to chase his mouth. “Please, please let me—” “Not yet.”

Derick, who had no idea what I have just done. I touched my lips, then my neck, then lower—just once, through my skirt—and felt her breath catch. I grabbed my bag, got out of the car, and walked toward the apartment. I walked into the apartment still feeling Mr. Grant’s cum leak out of me with every step. Derick was on the couch in a t-shirt and sweatpants, scrolling on his phone. He looked up and smiled. “Hey, baby. Long day?” “Yeah.” I went straight to the shower, but I didn’t wash between my legs. I left his cum inside me on purpose. When I came out in just a towel, Derick was already hard. He pulled me onto the bed and kissed me like he always did—soft, familiar, safe.

The tension that had been building between them for years snapped in an instant, as a rubber band pulled too tight. Leo closed the remaining distance, his hand gripping the lapel of Julian’s shirt, pulling him in until their faces were inches apart. Their lips met in a collision that was long overdue sharp, breathless, and desperate. It wasn't a gentle transition; it was a dam breaking, a flood of emotions that had been dammed up for far too long.

I just answered him with a moan as his hands went to the sides of my waist to hold me still. My toes curled as I reached my orgasm. Gosh! That was fast. No wonder it's Ero that I am with. He licked his upper lip after consuming all that white substance that came out of me, and then he pulled down his board shorts, and to my surprise, I noticed he wasn't wearing any boxers. My Ero is really naughty, and he seems more than ready, huh? "Aren't you ready?" I asked him, and he chuckled, giving me a peck as he kicked his shorts off the bed.

“Eight seconds, Sexy. Naughty little girl.” With any other guy, I’d be relieved that they weren’t planning to hump me for eight seconds and then cum, only to roll off and fall asleep. But with Leonard? The orgasm building inside me is like a flood ready to burst, and holding it back is almost torture. He has barely had his hands on me for more than a few minutes and I’m already so desperate to cum I could scream--but that would mean I’d have to wait another eight seconds.

I think about my longest 'relationship', with my wife Julie (in the future I destroyed) and in all of our years together, I only ate her out like once. Wait. Do I even like pussy? Yes... right? Of course I do. Of course. "I could eat Dolly's pussy for hours. Or any pussy," Eros says, making me snap out of my thoughts. I don't like how dreamy he sounds right now, "Girls turn me on so much. Feminine girls, short skirts, boobs, I love it. Do you like big boobs? Like, huge? Over the top huge?" "No," I make a face, not liking the visual, "Not because I'm gay! Only because I like small boobs. I don't like them when they're... soft."

Eric moved his hand to the front of her body, opening the clasps holding her thigh-high stockings in place. “God, you look sexy,” Eric whispered in her ear, never taking his eyes from her body and his task in the mirror. Her blood was firing up, and she moved against Eric. Her breaths came in little gasps. “Are you going to still feel that way when I’m the size of a house?” Eric bit her ear playfully. “All the more to hold. I told you before that knowing my seed is growing inside you is the biggest turn on.” Pushing his erection against her buttocks to prove his point.

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.

Suddenly, Eric felt a current in his body, and his body became stiff. He licked his lips to control his lower part and took his eyes away from Jasmine's soft & shiny body. Still, he was not able to control his hormones. Jasmine's smooth body was driving him crazy. In the meanwhile, he thinks that, after all, Jasmine is his wife, and even if he gets intimate with her, he can justify this act. *** Will Eric cross his limits by being so close to Jasmine? Will Eric be able to make Jasmine fall in love with him in 3 months?

“You want me to...” He nodded. “Suck your nipple. Suck it as if I were there.” I lifted one breast, bending down slightly, and allowing my tongue to circle my nipple. Within seconds, it was hard against my tongue. I sucked, flicking my tongue across both my nipples and around my areolas. An electric sensation coursed through my body as I slipped my hand between my thighs, stroking my already-sensitive clit. “Tell me what you’re doing,” he asked between ragged breaths as he stroked his dick, now visible, its head shiny and coated with a generous amount of precum. “Tell me.”