Erotic Stories Short Novels & Stories

My hand snaked between the crush of our bodies, fingers seeking the hard, heated length of him. I wrapped my hand around his dick, fisting the thick shaft tightly. He was so hard like he never came at all seconds ago. His precum coated my fingers immediately, dripping onto my skin, smearing over my stomach and the sensitive skin of my inner thighs as I worked my hand up and down him while he kissed me. He groaned into my mouth, a sound that I swallowed whole, his hips jerking forward to fuck into my grip then suddenly his mouth tore away from mine.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

The thin fabric of his boxer briefs was the only barrier between her naked cheeks and his heavy cock. She pressed harder, grinding in tiny, teasing circles. His dick twitched. Thickened. She felt it swell against her soft flesh. Elena bit her lip to stifle a moan. She reached behind her, fingers slipping under the waistband of his boxers. She freed his growing erection, hot and velvety, already leaking precum. With a shaky breath, she lifted the hem of her short nightie higher, bunching it around her waist, fully exposing her dripping pussy and ass.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

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Pushing my hips forward, I slowly began grinding against his face, head thrown back due to ecstasy. He groaned against my clit, the vibration sending waves of pleasure ripping through me. He pressed his tongue deeper, sucking and flicking me with practiced strokes. My fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him close. Ethan had removed my gown now, such that it was hunched up at my waist and my nipples were bare, standing proudly under the dim kitchen lights. His large hand moved to caress my left breast before taking the other bud into his mouth. The dual sensation made me let out a loud moan.

When we heard the librarian’s voice faintly calling for someone near the front, Jax thrust up sharply, grinning against my breast. “Better cum fast, Clara. Wouldn’t want her finding you with your tits out and riding my cock like a desperate little whore.” The filthy words sent me over the edge again. I buried my face in his neck to muffle my orgasm, body convulsing. Jax followed right after, holding me down as he pulsed inside me. We stayed locked together, breathing hard. He stroked my back gently, pressing soft kisses to my temple a startling contrast to the raw intensity moments before.

I was already soaked, my pussy lips were swollen and slick. He watched every move I made. Then he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, it was thick and hard. The head was already wet with precum, he wrapped his hand around it and started stroking slowly. “Tell me what you wrote,” he said. I kept rubbing my clit in small circles. My breath came faster. “I wrote about a man coming in after closing. He bends me over the desk, he pulls my skirt up and fucks me hard.” He stroked faster. “Keep going.”

I could feel him getting close, and I didn't want to waste a single second. With one final strokes, I drove him over the edge—his breath hitched, his hands clenching my hair. When he finally came, I swallowed every drop, my lips sliding over him, tasting everything. He shuddered beneath me, his fingers tightening in my hair as I lingered, licking him clean.When I finally pulled back, he was breathless, eyes dark with something raw and hungry. Without a word, I stood, brushing my lips with the back of my hand, my skin still tingling. "Next time," he said, voice rough, "You better come prepared to beg."