Erotic Short Stories Novels & Stories

Four weeks, three days and two and a half hours was the exact amount of time since he’d walked into the La Terrazza bar and fallen deep into his very first full-blown erotic obsession. He’d only gone into the place out of curiosity. He’d been working late and felt stressed out, pissed off and bored with his relatively mundane existence. La Terrazza was a notorious sexual stomping ground, and as a young man whose turn to stomp was long overdue, he’d arrived with high hopes, a genuine thirst, and the beginnings of a very nice hard-on. He’d expected glitzy people, pricey drinks and plush, slightly pervy surroundings; what he hadn’t expected was “The Weirdo’...

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

She moaned, her hips moving against his hand, a desperate seeking motion for more. “You’re so eager, aren’t you, my love?” he whispered, slipping a finger inside her. Her inner walls clenched around him, hot and slick. She moaned, a deeper sound this time, her hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for the connection. He added another finger, his thumb finding her pulsing clit, rubbing gently, deliberately. Her breath hitched. “Tell me you like that,” he commanded softly, watching her face. She cried out, her body convulsing as she came, a powerful rush that tightened her around his fingers.

I let out a loud, choked-off cry. He started a brutal, fast pace. The desk was hitting the wall—thud, thud, thud. Every time he slammed into me, I felt a wave of shared heat explode in my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down so I could bite his shoulder. I wanted to mark him. I wanted everyone to know he belonged to me. The erotica of the moment was overwhelming. We were two people who should not be together, doing things that were forbidden. The risk of being caught made it even hotter. I could feel him clenching, his muscles getting hard as he pushed deeper and faster.

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“Listen here—“ I don’t give her a chance to complete that sentence. I close the remaining gap between us and seize her lips in searing kiss. Nancy Hawthorne is not expecting my kiss. I take advantage of her shock and stick my tongue in her mouth. She gasps and tries to pull away from my lips but I don’t let her. I grip her jaw with one hand and wrap the other around her hips. And then, I’m back to kissing her. It is rough and dirty, just like Nancy’s kinky p**n videos. I suck her tongue deep into my mouth. It is nasty when I rub mine against hers. The sensation is so erotic, it makes my head swim. She just happens to taste so good to boot. I lick her lips, leaving a trail of wet kisses. I ni

He slower down suddenly, teasing me, deep strokes, grinding against my walls, making me squirm. “Say it!”, he ordered, tightening his grip around my throat. “Please” “Please what?” “Please Mr Tom”. “What do you want?” I groaned, my body shaking desperately. “Please make me cum Mr Tom”. I think that made him snap, he started fucking me hard, ruthless, pounding into me so deeply, I knew I’ll feel him for days. I kept screaming and moaning, shaking, gasping for air, watching myself on the mirror as I beg for his dick and call him sweet things.

Each stroke was deliberate, sadistic, circling my entrance but never diving in, never grazing my throbbing clit. The wet heat of his mouth teased me, his tongue flat and soft against my sensitive skin, tasting my arousal like he owned it. My pussy clenched around nothing, dripping more juice onto his chin, the cool air hitting the wetness and sending shivers up my spine. My nipples hardened into tight peaks, aching as they rubbed against the thin fabric of my dress, begging for attention I couldn't give them. My body twisted under the torment, hips bucking up instinctively, chasing that elusive pressure, but Elden pinned my thighs down with his strong hands, keeping me spread wide and helple

Pressing his tip against my entrance, he pushed his cock forward just enough to stretch me, the ache was delicious and maddening. Then he pulled away, leaving me gasping for more. They alternated, one teasing my pussy, the other rubbing against my clit or ass and always stopping at the brink. My juices coated their cocks as the room filled with the wet sounds of my denial. I was trembling, my orgasm built and receded like a tide. Gerald's fingers found my clit, circling it fast while the coordinator's cock pressed against my asshole, teasing the tight ring. My body convulsed, a dry orgasm ripping through me without penetration. I collapsed onto the bed, shaking. Gerald and the coordinator bo

Lucas barely lets me through the door before he’s on me. He pushes me against the wall, kissing me hard, hands roaming everywhere. “Tell me one of your filthy little secrets,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Something you’ve touched yourself thinking about but were too ashamed to say.” My face burns, but the desperation wins. “Ice,” I whisper. “I read about someone using ice cubes on a girl’s nipples and clit while they fucked her. I want to feel that. I want it to hurt a little.” Lucas’s eyes darken with pure lust.