Erotic Short Stories Audiobook Novels & Stories

I found the experience highly erotic and my penis rose to full strength as she dabbed at my balls and my buttocks. Taking her hand I led her to the bedroom and we kissed before getting onto the bed. 'I want to touch you,' she said, and I rolled onto my back as she knelt over me. She reached out and circled my shaft with her long, slim, red-tipped fingers. Her touch was exquisite: gently stroking with one hand, using the thumb of her other hand to spread the sticky fluid leaking from me around the purple, engorged head of my cock. As I watched she lifted the thumb to her mouth and licked the secretions from it. 'Is that alright? Am I doing it right?' she asked softly. I gulped and nodded and

I pleaded, my own climax building once more. With a roar, he slammed deep, his cock pulsing as he unloaded, hot jets of cum flooding my pussy. The sensation pushed me over, my second orgasm crashing as I clenched around him, drawing out every drop. We clung together, panting, the water settling around us. Slowly, he lowered us both, his cock still buried inside as we floated in the afterglow. "You're incredible, Clara," he whispered, softer now, his dirty words fading into tenderness. But even as he kissed me gently, I knew those crude commands would echo in my mind, a secret thrill.

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The musky-sweet scent filled his senses. “Taste me,” she instructed, voice low and commanding. “Slowly. Explore every fold. Make me ache for you.” Ethan leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh first, then another closer to her center. His tongue finally dragged along her slick lips in one long, reverent stroke. She tasted intoxicating, warm, slightly tangy, growing wetter with each pass. He circled her swollen clit with the flat of his tongue, then sucked it gently between his lips, humming softly. Ophelia’s hips twitched, her hand tightening in his hair.

I was so wet, so soaking wet down there. As my fingers glided all over my pussy, I could hear the erotic noise my pussy lips made as I rubbed them together; as they came in contact, the squelching sounds of my pussy lips sounded so fucking sexy, the feeling was intense, it felt so good, the sensation was too much, it was mind-blowing.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

The confessional creaked with every blow of his hips against my ass. "Oh my God..." I gasped. "Don’t call out to God now," he warned, biting the sensitive skin beneath my ear. "He isn’t going to save you from me." "Emerson, please..." I begged. Emerson responded by speeding up, pounding inside me with ruthless precision, dragging me to the edge. My moans intensified, and he covered my mouth with one of his hands. "Cum," he ordered. "Stain me with your sin, Serena." I came undone. A violent orgasm shattered me, my walls contracting around his cock. He growled, an animalistic sound.

He hovered above me, his eyes glowing gold with lust. Thunder erupted outside, clashing with the storm of lust brewing in those eyes. I tried to sit up, to slide back, but it made me rub my legs instead as he was so close. Rubbing my legs made my cum drip out of my cunt. I took my head backwards, moaning softly as I bit my lips shamelessly.