Erotic Story Tag Novels & Stories

she said as my ass finally set her free. “If Derek and Betty would like to go first”. They got out from behind their desk and approached me. They were the older couple that I had placed in last place the week before. They placed their hands on my naked body and began to explore. Fuck it felt good, I closed my eyes giving myself in to the moment. I felt fours hands massage and caress me. They moved quickly over my skin up and down my legs, over my back and bottom. Two hands gently brushed my breasts and tenderly pinched my nipples. A hand slipped down my body to my cunt. It brushed over my neat pubic hair before a finger slowly slipped inside. I let out a small gasp of appreciation. I opened

WARNING : This is a collection of short erotic stories. It is extremely explicit, raw and unfiltered. Not suitable for readers under 18. Step into a world where every shade of temptation comes alive. Where obsession feels like love, and ruin feels like pleasure. Every tale drags you into a secret desire, a toxic attraction. Where heroines love being ravaged, and still beg for more. Stepdads who claim what they desire while mom is away or sleeping. Dominant piano tutor who turns practice into breathless, handcuffed restraint, and a junior brother who blackmailed their sisters into a threesome.

Ronan’s cock had softened but he remained inside, the connection unbroken. The final intense scene of the night started without warning. Ronan’s hand tightened on Emery’s hip. He rolled him onto his back, pushed his knees higher, and began thrusting again. Harder now, deeper, the earlier softness giving way to full possession. He marked Emery as he moved. Teeth on the side of his neck, on the soft skin of his shoulder, on the inside of one thigh when he shifted the angle. Handprints bloomed on Emery’s hips where Ronan held him in place. The breeding talk returned in a steady stream. Promises of permanent claiming, of keeping him full and marked, of making sure nothing between them ever went

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.

"When I was browsing a bookshop recently, I came across this. It was being sold openly. The illustrations inside are deeply improper, and the woman depicted in them is my cousin." It was an erotic picture book. The woman's face was never shown, yet her poses were overtly seductive, and a rose-shaped birthmark was on her waist. Eleanor frowned. "What is this? How do you know the woman in these pictures is Charlotte?" Yvonne's voice rang out clearly across the hall. "Because my cousin has the exact same rose birthmark on her waist." The room erupted. Every pair of eyes turned toward me, and the looks on their faces said everything. One moment away from becoming Crown Princess, and now this. Ho

I was breathing heavily, almost running out of air… and it got worsen when her tongue touched my cock’s tip! Her hand never leaving on stroking me, the other was on my balls playing it, and her tongue rolling on my cock’s peak and then she would fit me in her mouth. “Fuck! You’re a good sucker, Erica! Fuck! That’s it! Deeper, Erica! Deeper!” I don’t moan that much but with Erica, I can’t help but to. She’s so amazing and seem expert in this. “It’s bigger than Liam, Marco.” She gagged, as she tries to fit me in her throat.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

I erupted in thick, ropey jets of cum that painted her womb white, flooding her until it leaked out around my shaft in creamy rivulets. We collapsed in a tangle of limbs. My cock still twitched deep inside her pulsing heat, plugging her full as aftershocks made her whimper. I kissed her sweat-damp forehead, nuzzling into her neck. "All mine now, Elena. Daddy's perfect cumslut." She smiled lazily, sated and marked. Her body hummed with the afterglow of her first real fuck. Cherry popped, soul claimed, ready for round two.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

“That’s it, my love, right there! I’m coming! I’m coming!” Eric smiles and accelerates his thrusts even more. I ride his cock and pull his hair. I arch my back, tighten my legs around Eric while I scream at my orgasm that hits me in waves again and again. Eric continues his thrusts until they become erratic, and he screams my name as he buries his canines into my neck. The mark, Eric, has marked me, and I see how everything around me darkens and I fall into oblivion.