Erotic True Story Novels & Stories

Erica was sitting next to the Bar while holding a shot glass of wine and lit a cigarette. Her friend and co-worker April approached her. “Erica, look at the Old Man in the right direction, he's been looking at you for a while. I'm sure he's rich” April said softly. "Yeah, your right April” Erica replied and immediately stood up and approached the old man. "Hey, Baby boy! Are you alone here?" she asked softly. "Yes, please seat down pretty girl," the old man said smiling and order for another Wine. Erica slowly put her left hand in the middle of the man's pants up to his chest, which made the old man very aroused. "Ohhh, your so fucking good, can I take you out?" the smiling man asked who was

He was afraid of what might happen, his ability to hold grudges and hatred, it really is to take arms. Zaek said. —He will have to be prosecuted under our laws, because this can not stay like this, one of these days it can even threaten the life of the whole herd. Roxen's story is not very beautiful that we say and on the one hand I understand it, before acting in this way, he was the sweetest person on earth everyone in the pack loved and respected him, he loved with all his being Alix a girl from the city werewolf Chimera at last, but born in the middle of the city, his love was unparalleled, from both sides could easily be noticed.

I just need to tell him this. I withdrew from him and looked into his face. Eric's pov There she come again, she's always trying to stop me. I want her now. I really do and I can't wait. "Eric, I need to tell you something" She said. "Okay, say it am all ears" I could sense she's nervous but why? "Am still a virgin Eric" She answered. "What?!" I yelled. Am sure I didn't hear that well. Of course I didn't. She's still a what? I stepped back still shocked as I stared at her face. Is she saying the truth?

My blood ran cold. I didn’t sleep with Vivienne? That truth, brutal as it was, stirred something unfamiliar in me—hope. If I hadn’t touched her, then maybe—maybe—I hadn’t crossed that last line with Seraphina. Maybe I hadn’t destroyed everything. Eric’s voice crackled through the line one last time. “You ever been with a pregnant woman before? Give it a try. Let me know how it feels.” And then he hung up. I looked at Vivienne.

Eros’ thrust became faster and sloppier before the soon-to-be elder roared as he came inside the human. Nadja's gums tingled and he strained in his pants as he watched the erotic scene. There was so much cum all over the human under Eros, the elder wondered how many men have jacked off onto him. It had to have been more than just the two who were now panting on their knees. Spotting three human men off to the side, slumped on the ground exhausted, told the elder it was definitely more than just the two he witnessed.

Derick, who had no idea what I have just done. I touched my lips, then my neck, then lower—just once, through my skirt—and felt her breath catch. I grabbed my bag, got out of the car, and walked toward the apartment. I walked into the apartment still feeling Mr. Grant’s cum leak out of me with every step. Derick was on the couch in a t-shirt and sweatpants, scrolling on his phone. He looked up and smiled. “Hey, baby. Long day?” “Yeah.” I went straight to the shower, but I didn’t wash between my legs. I left his cum inside me on purpose. When I came out in just a towel, Derick was already hard. He pulled me onto the bed and kissed me like he always did—soft, familiar, safe.

"When I got inside and saw it was Yvonne, I understood. She was the one who sent for me. Now that things have come to this, we're already husband and wife. I'm willing to marry her and spend the rest of my life with her." Yvonne screamed. "I never sent for you. I'm not marrying you! I'm meant to marry into a good family. I would never marry someone like you." But her body was covered in red and purple marks, ambiguous bruises scattered across her skin. She had already been intimate with Samuel and had been caught in the act in front of everyone.

I bite my hand to avoid making a sound, while Alec puts his hand inside my pants and starts touching my clit. Eric asks amused, “Really?” I replied, “Yes, why?” He says, “Hum... I don't know, maybe I'm asking you because of the tremendous boner that is growing uncontrollably in my crotch and because of the impetuous need that has arisen in me to fuck you...” Alec starts laughing and I realize that Aika is repeating what Eric told me. I die of shame. I said, “Eric! What the heck are you saying!”

he growled, the word a confession ripped from his chest. ‎"I can't pretend anymore."Her resolve shattered like the beam. All the walls—the professional code, the power imbalance, the whispers of his playboy reputation—crumbled. She surged up on tiptoe, crashing her lips to his in a kiss fueled by terror and pent-up fire. Desperate, consuming—all teeth and tongue, the scrape of his stubble igniting her skin. He groaned low, hands roaming her back, fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her impossibly closer. He deepened it, backing her against the rough concrete column, his body pinning hers in a cage of muscle and need. She tasted blood from his cut, felt the tremor in his frame, the wor

Can he find true love, or will a spate of arson fires destroy his chances with Tom, the sexy young firefighter? Eric is a fire chief in Mesa, Arizona, where he’s lived all his life. A hunky Norse god-like man, he has finally come out of the closet after twenty years of marriage. Now his wife hates him, his son won’t speak to him, a town crazy wants him fired, and there’s a rash of arson fires destroying some of the beautiful historic homes in the area. To let off steam, he’s been tempted to explore his long-repressed sexuality with his son’s twenty-year-old friend.