Erotic Short Stories Novels & Stories

The first results were articles with bold headlines: "Damien Cross: The Painter of Desire" "Eroticism in Strokes and Shadows" "The Man Who Turns Skin into Stories" She clicked one. A grainy photograph of a tall man in a black shirt appeared, his face half-turned away from the camera. Dark hair, sharp jawline, eyes that seemed to be staring at something far beyond the frame. He looked… untouchable. Like he belonged to another world. Then she saw his paintings. Her breath caught.

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“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.”

I said slowly, vibrating to my core as his hands slid toward my clit while his fingers started fucking my entrance so well. “You’re fucking wet,” he added, kissing my abdomen slightly. He didn't stop; he kept finger-fucking my pussy while rubbing my clit hard. I couldn't control my moans. They got super loud, really loud, while my eyes kept rolling back. “Oh my God, you’re fucking sweet.” His smile got wider the more he rubbed my clit, and I couldn't control the tears that started to fall from my eyes. I started to mumble, “Hmm... uhm... fuck... Adrian.”

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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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.