Erotic Short Stories Novels & Stories

Being an excellent friend—and good sport—Rhea admired my deep-throating and cooed, “You’re such a good fucking slut, Em.” She untied my bikini bottoms, allowing the fabric to fall away and expose my pussy. “I want to eat you, while you choke on his boner,” she said. Zane seemed to be trying with all of his might not to give in. I, however, had no desire to resist. Emma’s exquisite tongue and finger skills were rapidly pushing me toward climax. She worked my clit relentlessly with her tongue flicks and fiercely probed my pussy. Eventually, I needed more air. I pulled back, letting Zane’s cock escape my lips as I howled with climactic pleasure. He didn’t mind, though. As Rhea made me come, he

“God, Marcus… your cock feels so fucking good… I am so close… fuck me through it… make me cum all over the sheets…” Marcus growled low in his throat, a deep, animalistic sound, and kept pounding into him without mercy. The wet, rhythmic slapping sounds grew louder and more obscene. Elias’s body shook violently with every brutal thrust. His moans climbed higher and higher until finally he cried out, his voice breaking in the most erotic, shameless way I had ever heard. “Fuck… I am cumming… Marcus! I am cumming so hard!”

"Sex is always... boring with him so I never cum. I've been faking my orgasm since we got married." Seraphine felt the sweet sensation stop. Perhaps he was shocked. Maybe. The feather continued its maddening path, tracing the outline of her labia, dipping slightly into her entrance before retreating. Her muscles tensed, straining against the cuffs. "I'm tired of pleasuring myself... I want a rough fuck by a real man," she continued, the words pouring out of her now, fueled by the teasing and the darkness. He clicked his tongue, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Interesting wishes whore"

He positioned himself differently, and I realized what he meant—his mouth was still on me, but now oriented so that Marcus could lean down and join him. I watched, my breath catching, as Marcus kissed Devon while Devon's tongue was still against my pussy. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever witnessed—two men kissing while pleasuring me, their focus splitting between each other and me. "Oh God," I gasped. "That's incredible." Devon's tongue increased its pace, and Marcus's hand moved to my clit, and the combination was overwhelming. "Come for us," Marcus commanded. "Come while we're both focused on your pleasure."

There was an odd swear word in it but it seemed right for the context'. 'Did it turn you on?' I asked simply. Julia now flushed bright red and did not answer. 'Your face tells me that it did. I'm glad, which is what it's supposed to do. Did it offend you?' 'No. How could a lovely story like that offend me?' she asked in return. 'What better definition of erotic writing do you want. Something that is not offensive but is a turn on both mentally and physically' 'Do you think that that story is true?'

Then I opened my legs wider for him, resisting the overwhelming urge to close them. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, voice low and rough. My face burned with humiliation, but I obeyed again. My fingers moved between my folds, smearing my abundant juices around my swollen clit. I closed my eyes tightly, unable to bear the intensity of his stare. “Open your eyes,” he snapped. “And do not hide your moans.” I obeyed, releasing my bitten lip as I circled my clit faster. Soft, embarrassed whimpers escaped me despite my best efforts. The wet sounds of my fingers filled the room, making everything feel even more degrading.

“Do you want to pretend, or do you want to stop being the only fool in the room?” He kissed me before I finished the question. Desperate. Clumsy. Angry. I responded with the same fire. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t even lust. It was vengeance laced with need. We clawed at each other like two people who’d been starving for too long. I pulled down his shorts. He ripped my bikini bottom. I lay back on the guest bed, legs spread, body ready. And he slid into me like he’d been waiting years for it.

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."