Erotic Stories Short Novels & Stories

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

“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."

He was savoring her, taking his time, letting the warm water and the night air heighten every sensation. Emma moaned softly, her head falling back as she met his rhythm. She rolled her hips in time with his, grinding down on his cock while the water splashed gently around her waist. Marcus leaned down and kissed her, deep and slow, his tongue sliding sensually against hers. The kiss matched the steady grinding of his cock, making everything feel connected and intimate. Emma kissed him back hungrily, her hands sliding over his broad shoulders and into his wet hair.

He gasped in pleasure as I sucked. I felt hands on my anus as Shorter was at me again. He pulled my cheeks apart and his tongue laved my anus slit. He poked into my puckered hole making me groan. I needed filling…now. Getting up from my knees I straddled Erik. He didn’t touch me. I think he was giving me the chance to back out. I wasn’t going to. I’d made up my mind. I plunged my wetness down over him taking it all.

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

He hoisted one of her legs over his shoulder, angling deep as he fucked her standing, her back pressed against the pole for leverage. Thea wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning into his mouth as they kissed sloppily, her pussy clenching around his relentless drives. “Don’t stop, I’m so close…” she pleaded, grinding down to meet him. Around them, the others stroked themselves, waiting their turns, hands still roaming her sweat-slicked skin, squeezing her thighs, tracing her curves. He exploded soon after, but the next man bent her over a seat, spreading her cheeks wide before plunging in from behind again, his pace brutal and unyielding.

His large hand immediately slid up my thigh and under my dress, finding my bare, already soaked pussy. “No panties again,” he growled approvingly, his thick fingers stroking my clit. “Such a dirty little wife.” Ethan watched from the couch, his breathing already heavy, hand palming the growing bulge in his pants. Vincent pushed two thick fingers inside me, pumping slowly while his thumb rubbed my clit in firm circles. I moaned, my head falling back against his shoulder. “Look at your husband,” Vincent ordered. “Let him see how wet you get for his boss.”

His lips sealed around my clit and he sucked hard, tongue flicking fast and merciless while two thick fingers slid back into my cunt, curling up to rub that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. The pressure built fast, tight and hot and unstoppable, my walls fluttering around his fingers like they were trying to pull him deeper. My back bowed off the desk. My legs started trembling so bad I couldn’t keep them still. “Oh fuck… oh my god it’s coming… it’s right there…” I couldn’t hold it. My hands shot down between my legs, fingers rubbing my clit in frantic tight circles right above where his mouth was still working me. The extra friction pushed me over so fast my vision white

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

His hands slid down her body, his touch firm and confident, as he guided her to the edge of the couch. Sadile felt a thrill of excitement as she realized what was about to happen, her body responding to the anticipation with a hunger that surprised even her. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, heavy and ragged, as Travis positioned himself before her, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her heart flutter. She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene.