Novel & Cerita Erotic Story Short

I ran two fingers through her folds, coating them in her slickness, then pushed them inside without warning. “Fuck… so tight,” I groaned. “You’ve been saving this pussy for me, haven’t you?” “Yes… Dr Hale…” she whimpered, pushing back against my hand. I curled my fingers, stroking the spot that made her cry out. “Call me Marcus when my fingers are inside you.” “Marcus… please…” I added a third finger, stretching her while my thumb circled her swollen clit. She was dripping down my hands and the wet filthy sounds filled the library.

Disclaimer: This is an erotic story that contains explicit, spicy, and sexual content intended for mature audiences only. If you are under the age of 17 or uncomfortable with adult themes, we kindly advise you not to proceed. However, if you’re of legal age and enjoy such stories, then welcome—and enjoy the experience. Chapter 1

There’s no coming back after crossing that line. She scooted a little closer, pushing my shorts towards my crotch, her bare skin leaving a hot trail against my bare thighs. Her face reddened, either from embarrassment or arousal. Maybe both. That little detail made my heart thump wildly against my ribcage. It was so loud that I had a feeling she could hear it. Her soft hands cupped my cheeks, tilting my chin up a little so I could face her, and I let her, because who could resist her?

he murmured, guiding me to a secluded corner near the lockers, the gym’s hum a distant backdrop. His hand slid to my waist, fingers grazing my abs, then lower, rubbing my cock through the fabric. “Hard already,” he teased, his touch bold, and I nodded, breath hitching. He unbuttoned my shorts, freeing my erection, and spat into his hand, stroking me with a firm grip. I moaned softly, the risk of being seen fueling my arousal, and he leaned in, kissing me hard, his tongue dominating mine.

The pressure builds, the ache growing more intense with every touch. Evan slides off the bed, leaving Elena panting in anticipation. She hears the sound of a drawer opening and closing, and her mind races with what he might be choosing. The next sensation is the cool, smooth touch of something metallic against her skin—a set of nipple clamps, which he attaches with a twist that makes her cry out into the gag. The pain is sharp, but it quickly morphs into a thrilling sensation that has her body arching off the bed.

He cupped my breast fully, squeezed, and then pinched the nipple hard between thumb and finger It hurt sharp and sweet at the same time. I jolted under him, a small cry slipping out of my mouth. I grabbed his wrist, pulled his hand away and crossed my arms over my chest to cover myself. But it was useless. Between my thighs I was soaked, the silky shorts already drenched around the crotch, clinging wet to my folds. My clit throbbed with every heartbeat

“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.”

With a scream that slowly turned into a gasp, her head lowered as if coming down from the clouds as her completely ecstatic body rested beneath the body of that man she wanted to be with. Erick was kissing her lips. He smiled when he told her. "I like this story!" To which the young woman smiling and kissing his mouth while she passed her hands around her neck said. "I love it, although it does not end here!" Smiling, Erick nodded as he said. "It is only beginning!" She smiled, and where she was grabbing the ice cream to savor it with a finger when she said, looking mischievously at Erick. "Do you want to know another fun way to eat Ice cream?"

We kissed, and this could be the end of the journey for the therapist and the patient’s story, but a new beginning for lovers who find their path. “I must say, you fuck too good.” I bit my tongue. “I want more, daddy,” I sounded way more seductive than my looks.

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡