Erotic Smut Stories Novels & Stories

"So... you like erotic stories, don't you, my son?" He attempted to speak, but I interrupted his stammer, reaching down to place my finger to his lips, my big tits just inches above him, my slightly wet pussy directly in front of him in plain sight. "And you particularly like erotic stories about sons and mommies, don't you, my son?" My hand reached down and wrapped gently around his, as expected, erect and ready-to-burst cock.

Be it risking the night away, smоke pоt until yоur eyes never оpen, сraсk сigarette vending maсhines, and then distribute the 40 сaptured bоxes amоng оur friends, dоn't let nights end. Оne оr twо оf these exсesses were alsо erоtiс in nature - mind yоu, already in adulthооd. Whiсh man has nоt seсretly lоnged tо hоld a hard сосk, whiсh is nоt his оwn, in his hand, tо press it lightly and feel it twitсhing and then slоwly tо jerk baсk and fоrth, оr tо suсk оn him and that Playing arоund with yоur tоngue until the salty liquid runs dоwn yоur thrоat.

She was warming to his kisses, her juices already pooling at the opening of her vagina, the ripe, sweet scent of her rising into the warm air. Jeremy might not be a ideal lover, but the afternoon was filled with a golden haze, heavy with langour. The sound of water, the rustle of leaves, the birdcalls and distance voices of other boaters combined to rouse in her a deep and enticing longing for fulfilment, and a heaviness gathered in her groin.

his eyes traveled long over her body. He grabbed her hand then held it to his bulge. She sighed as she stared at him as he pressed her hand against his furious manhood. "Damn, Sam! It's been going crazy for a while that it hurt," he said and brought her hand inside his pants. He let her insert her hand all the way inside his briefs. "Feel me, Sam. Ahhh!" he whispered to her. She granted his request. She grabbed his hardness. She even went down and touched the little balls below it and unknowingly played with them using her fingers.

Father Elias groaned loudly, buried as deeply as possible, and came with a guttural sound. Thick and hot ropes of cum flooded my insides, pulse after pulse, filling my insides until I started leaking around him. He held me there, still buried there, both of us breathing heavily. “No more guilt,” he whispered. “This is what we were made for. A man and a woman. Cock and Cunt.” I smiled still trembling, feeling his cum slowly dripping down my thighs. “Next week?” I whispered. Father Elias kissed my throat and lips, slow and possessive.

Liam slammed deep one last time and came with a guttural roar, pulse after pulse of thick, hot cum flooding Nina’s pussy until it overflowed, running down her thighs in sticky rivulets. He stayed buried inside her, grinding, making sure every drop stayed deep. Then he pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip from her gaping, ruined hole. He scooped some onto his fingers and shoved them into Nina’s mouth. “Suck,” he ordered. She did. Eyes glazed, tears and mascara streaking her cheeks, tongue swirling around his fingers like it was his cock. Rita crawled forward, licked a stripe up Nina’s inner thigh, gathering the leaking cum, then kissed Nina slow, filthy, feeding it to her.

The movement of his thumb across the crown sent a tiny burst of stars scattering behind his eyes, his balls tingling feverishly and swollen. He groaned as Theo’s palm brushed against the swollen skin, pleasure washing through his veins. “So,” Theo continued, “it happened that the editor guy is a rude asshole that’s also annoyingly self-absorbed—“ “What?” Nico rasped in a half-laugh. “What are you doing?” Reaching up, Theo slid his palm underneath his shirt and flicked his nipple. “Telling our story, of course.” “You’re joking?” “No.” “Ha.” Nico licked his bottom lip, insane desire blinding his vision. “How did we even get here?”

"Say it. What do you want?" His hand grabbed one of my breasts and fumbled with the nipple. "I want... it," I breathed out, biting my lip. "You want what?" he asked, his finger still deep inside me. My whole body was shaking from the sensation. I could feel my orgasm building up. "I want your finger inside me," I said. "Good girl. I will finger your little pussy so deep, Sara." And he did. ⸻ "Good morning, Sara." A yawning Layla walked into the kitchen. I gave her a look. "Good morning, sleepyhead. You sleep like a corpse."

“Right here where I make my sauces. What if someone walks in and sees my cum dripping out of you tomorrow morning?” The risky dirty talk sent her spiraling. Mia’s third orgasm hit as Alex buried himself deep and came with a guttural groan. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her pussy, pulse after pulse, overflowing and dripping down her thighs onto the stainless steel counter. They stayed locked together, panting, his cock still twitching inside her. Alex kissed her deeply, tasting whipped cream and sex on both their tongues. “Messy girl,” he murmured, looking at the cream smears on her breasts, the oil and cum mixture leaking from her. “Clean up duty just got a lot more interesting.”

They're about exploring the depths of emotion, the complexities of desires, and the power of attraction. In each tale, you'll find characters who struggle with their desires, wrestle with their fears, and ultimately surrender to the irresistible pull of love and passion. It's my hope that as you read, you'll not only be swept away by the steamy scenes but also find moments of reflection and connection. So, dear reader, I invite you to immerse yourself fully in these stories. Let yourself be carried away by the romance, the passion, and the longing. And remember, beneath the fiery heat of desire, there beats a heart that craves love, understanding, and connection.