Erotic Smut Stories の小説・ストーリー

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.

he growled when she held him there. "Take it out," she said as if still moaning. He restrained her hand still holding his manhood which had not been fully inserted. "You're making it harder, Sam," he stared into her eyes before he laid her down again. Before she could protest, he covered her mouth with his lips. The man's kiss was not like before. It lovingly sucks on her lower lip. She also imitated the movement of his mouth and finally hugged his neck. She didn't notice that he was slowly moving on top of her again so that his manhood would penetrate completely inside her. She was very addicted to his passionate kiss and only then did she feel the pain again when he suddenly pushed it hard

My lips were parted, my breathing ragged, my body still trembling from the intense orgasm…showing him without saying a single word just how much I had been dripping for him all this time. Harlan’s stormy gray eyes stayed fixed on me, dark and intense. His jaw tightened, and I watched his Adam’s apple bob slowly as he swallowed hard. For a moment he didn’t move, just stood there taking in the sight of me; flushed, dripping, and still on Blake’s cock. Then, without a single word he dropped a file on Blake's table, then he turned and left, closing the door quietly behind him. I stayed there, heart racing, a satisfied little smile tugging at my lips as Blake's cum continued to leak down my thigh

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "I've been reading a lot of adult books... Smut... my research tells me women love the things men do to them there. Can I try something out? I've been learning about how to pleasure you for so long. Reading helps me imagine you... p**n videos don't do that for me." What the hell were smut and p**n? I swallowed tightly, heart hammering, thighs pressing together uselessly around nothing. "Yes," I whispered, voice already wrecked. "Do whatever you want to me."

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."

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.