Erotic Short Stories Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Look how easily you spread your legs for me. You never wanted to win that chase, did you?” She shook her head once. He increased the volume. Her cries echoed in the quiet space. Her face was currently red as fuck but it seemed like she couldn’t look away anymore, somehow transfixed by the screen. He slid one hand between her legs from behind. She was soaked again. Watching the footage back, he hadn’t even realized she was begging him to cum inside her. He chuckled, the sound low in her ear. “Look how badly you were begging to be bred.” Her legs clenched around his fingers. “That’s going to stay in my phone forever. Whenever I’m away, I’ll play it. I’ll jerk my cock to the sound of your pret

“Tell me you want this.” “I want you,” she gasped. “All of you.” Aiden tugged her shorts down her legs, leaving her completely naked. He groaned at the sight of her wet pussy, already glistening with arousal. He settled between her thighs and licked a long, slow stripe up her slit. Dora cried out, her hips bucking. He devoured her with passionate hunger — tongue circling her clit, then pushing inside her, tasting every drop of her wetness. “You taste so fucking good,” he growled against her. Two thick fingers slid into her tight heat, curling to stroke that sensitive spot while his tongue flicked relentlessly over her clit. Dora’s thighs trembled around his head as pleasure built fast and in

Elise’s fingers scrabbled at the blotter, searching for purchase. “Touch your clit,” he ordered. “Show me how desperate you are.” She obeyed—reaching between her thighs, rubbing fast while he pounded into her. The dual sensation was too much. She came a second time—harder, sharper—screaming into her own arm to muffle the sound. Her walls milked him rhythmically; Adrian’s control finally snapped. He buried himself deep, ground against her ass, and came with a guttural groan—hot pulses flooding inside her, spilling out around his cock as he kept thrusting through the aftershocks.

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.

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 smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'

“Not even close, baby. I'm gonna fill you up until you're dripping with my cum.” THE END. PLEASE WATCH OUT FOR BOOK 2 — HOTTER AND EVEN BETTER!

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

Lira speaks. My eyes flutter between opening and closing as I try to stay conscious. “You’re incredible, baby. So responsive… so fucking delicious.” She slides down my body, kissing every inch—my cum-smeared lips, my throat, sucking marks onto my tits until I’m arching and whimpering. My body tingles, wanting more of her touch. This is unarguably the most alive I’ve been. And for a moment, I am glad that the book I’d found wasn’t some motivational book on how I needed to find my inner voice before I could find my outer one.