Erotic True Story Novels & Stories

Eric and Dorian. It was clear, the footage. Too clear. The bathroom tiles glittered under the dim gold sconces, and their moans—his moans—still rang in my ears every time I recalled it. Eric, pristine, proud, all Alpha confidence… rutting another Alpha like he was in heat himself. And it wasn’t just any night. It was the night of his mating ceremony, I had recorded them. I opened my laptop and connected my secure drive. My finger hovered over the file for a second too long. My heartbeat thrummed in my fingertips.

Alexander leaned back, and crossed his arms, "I came here for a reason, what about you?" Eric, adjusting his cufflinks, smirked. "I wanted to surprise you and the mission was accomplished." The waiter arrived, and poured wine into their glasses. Eric raised his glass and said with a smile, "So, have you fallen in love with someone, or are you still thinking about your first love?" Alexander swirled his wine while glancing at the glass in his hand, "The only person I’ve loved is you, then who is this first love?" Eric burst into laughter. "Ah, yes, how did I even forget about our forbidden romance?" He wiped a fake tear, "Well, what would the world do if they found out about us?"

When Eric starts talking about me, they flock to him like bees to honey. “Oh man, you should have seen this girl I fucked today,” he says. “She was wearing this Catholic schoolgirl outfit, and I got hard just looking at her. Her skirt barely covered her ass, and when she sat down I could see right into her pussy. She wore this tight white shirt tied under her big ass titties, and they were out there on display just begging to be sucked. And fuck me, she had her hair in pigtails! I had a hold of those things the whole time she had my cock in her mouth. Then I fucked her from behind, and damn, that girl was the sweetest piece of ass I’ve ever had. If I’m lucky, Candy Ass will show up here toni

The warm, soft feeling made my whole body tremble. It felt so good. That intense wave of pleasure shot through me like electricity. I gripped the edge of the bed and swallowed hard, afraid to even make a sound. Every cell in my body felt like it was on fire. I couldn't hold back anymore. I pushed Lauren down beneath me and pressed against her with all my strength. She opened herself to me. We spent the next few hours together. When we finally stopped, it was already 3:00 am. Lauren and I fell into a deep sleep.

"ah! It's not like it looks, ma'am" "So you mean to tell me that my son was trying to rape you?" She asked by looking at Eric. Eric shrugged, "She seduced me, now I'm the rapist.. I'm amazed by her lies," he came closer and said in a low voice " moreover this wasn't the first time, was it?" He smirked at me. She did see the smirk on his face but still had her doubts, "Don't dare tell me that you are in love with her" she warned Eric.

Still, my body betrayed me, pushing back to meet him, chasing the release I’d been denied last night. He leaned over me, chest against my back, lips at my ear. “You’re not just wet,” he growled. “You’re dripping for a man who’s supposed to belong to someone else. Does that scare you?” “Yes,” I gasped. “Good.” His hand slid around to circle my clit with perfect pressure. “Because I’m not marrying her for love. I never was.” The confession hit me like a spark. Not enough to explain anything, but enough to make the guilt twist into something darker, hotter.

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 snapped, then grabbed his collar and kissed him. In the novel, the elevator ride was supposed to be long enough for the hero and heroine to make out for three pages. Just as things were getting heated— Ding. The doors slid open. A crowd of employees stood outside, frozen in shock. They all gasped at the same time.

He lost it all when he tried to cuck the wrong man. As a side note, Ellie became collateral damage after the story leaked out about her affair with Richard the Pedophile. The story was published on several major national news sites. Somehow these national news sites were hacked, and the story went viral for over a week. The headlines told the story of a cheating spouse, and her relationship with the Valentines Day Pedophile, Richard Jones. The hacker gave him the nickname in the articles after he was arrested on Feb 14th, Valentines Day. Happy Valentines Day, Ellie.

I notice the tip of his shorts are a little wet, precum coating the thin fabric and making my fingers itch to touch him again. I want to take him into my mouth so much, but the fear that I might be no good at it, as I’ve never done that before, stops me. “Well, I’ve actually had a huge crush on you since I met you last summer.” He looks away, his eyes lowering like he’s shy. “Oh my God, you’ve got to be kidding me right now!” I laugh, my hips rocking again against his as I get more excited with every moment. “I’m serious, I almost even told your mother about it at some point but I was so scared she’d say you’re too young for me.”