Erotic Tale Novels & Stories

I whispered again. Kissing Tania’s cheek, I gently spoke into her ear. “Are you alright Tania?” She finally stirred, and then opened her eyes. “That was the best experience I’ve ever had, how did you learn to do that?” “Oh, it’s something I read about in an erotic story,” I lied. Putting her arms around my neck, she whispered, “Fuck me, fuck me hard.”

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.

It was one thing to know he was powerful, but to hear others recount the details—it was strangely thrilling. Eric caught my expression, his lips curving into a knowing smirk. “Ah, so it’s true. You are starting to get that fire in your eyes—the way Lycan women look when they hear stories of blood and battle.” I blushed, glancing away. “It’s… just morbid curiosity. Like when you read a horror story for the thrill of it. It’s not—”

Eros sighed, and I nodded. As we headed up the stairs, he turned to me and said, “Erin is a Clurichaun, a solitary fairy that asked me for a job many years ago, and she is feisty and can cause mischief especially after she is deep in her cups, so be leery about roaming around late at night because that is when she indulges in her whiskey. I believe that she's already into her cups.” “Okay,” I replied and watched Samson rush past our feet shouting excuse me.

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.

Just the sound of belts unbuckling, zippers dropping, fabric hitting the floor. Steve rose, mouth glistening, and kissed me, letting me taste myself on his tongue while he stroked his cock slowly, thick and already leaking. Emmanuel turned me so my back was to the leather couch, then sat and pulled me down onto his lap in one smooth motion. His cock long, heavy, veined nudged at my entrance but didn’t push in yet. Instead he spread me open with both hands, displaying me to the other two. “Look at this perfect cunt,” he said, almost reverent. “Dripping for her kings.”

“The lie?” “The fairytale ending is not what I'm getting from it, no knight or Prince is waiting at the end of the night. It's a one-time deal where you experience everything. You love every second of it, but it's a lie. A complete and total lie. I’d rather have the truth than that.” “Interesting.” Then he starts to make a move slowly inside me, and I gasp. “Ahh, so you're not in pain anymore.” He thrust inside me, moving in and out slowly each time driving my arousal higher.

Days, Months, and Years passed by. Things were not as smooth as they seemed to be. The level of worries for Anjana was increasing day by day. And one day something happened that she was never ready to accept it. While she was cleaning old things from the bed box, she found some greeting cards with some romantic notes on them. However, she already knew that Amreet was having a girlfriend before marriage, but, that hardly made her worried much because it was all before her marriage. but, one day when she opened his f******k account, she found that both of them has chatted together even after their marriage. This made her very much agitated.

“Wait. Start at the beginning. I don’t understand anything.” He grimaces and runs his thumb across his lips. I stare at those lips, remembering how they explored my body, sent me to new heights, helped me to discover new pleasures. Just the thought of it turns me on. Dammit. I can feel the blood rush to my cheeks, but always the consummate gentleman, Edric says nothing. “Do you know our creation story? Have you read it yet?”

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."