Erotica One Shots Novels & Stories

Ero **** on the first date she confided in me i have a chromosomal disorder, disorder, disorder i need love and pain strangely mixed together my elixirs i suffer reality distoooorrtions a ghastly Vatican of ****** compulsions my soul is black matter my **** a seething cauldron of despicable desire my *** cries for homicidal cruelty mold me into a ******* fold me like a two dollar beach chair the wrong way tear me to bits unwind my intestine eat me like a blood ******* ghoul make me squirm like an anime victim i thought oh finally a soul mate with soul strange as a Dionysian mad hatter on hallucinogenics hot girl creeping grimacing at me meandering conjurations by ****** contortions stunning

Looking around like a lost kitty, so fucking cute. My stomach dropped. I froze mid-moan, my hand still between my legs. The chat went crazy asking why I suddenly stopped. Another message came right after: Vesper_Watches: Don’t stop touching yourself, baby. I like watching you squirm. I quickly ended the stream without saying goodbye. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely close my laptop. The moment the camera light turned off, my phone started ringing. It was an Unknown number. I let it ring. Once. Twice. Three times.

Her hands instinctively grasped Adrian's shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh, her hair spread like a halo against the fellow's chest, a wild, tangled mess. The fellow behind her slid his hands around her body, his touch rough and possessive, squeezing against her breasts, pinching her nipples until they stood erect and aching. He kissed her mouth roughly, his tongue plundering hers as he moved faster, slamming his dick into her ass with an almost frantic energy. Adrian, on the other hand, didn't hesitate. As the fellow's hand groped her breast, Adrian slid his own hand around her waist, grabbing her ass, mirroring the other man's possessive grip, and slammed himself into her pussy

I don’t think Carrie realized she heard, and with my head between them, she may not have seen the grin. Just knowing that it would make her squirm, I moved my hand up and cupped Carrie’s bust while looking over her shoulder to see what they were reading. It turned out to be some pen and ink drawings of women in erotic poses. Some were nature scenes, others were of two or three people in various states of undress and in the midst of various sex acts. The one on the right page was a woman licking up the base of an erect cock of some unseen man. The woman in the picture was looking up at her man with a gaze of pure lust.

I scoff loudly at him “bullshit” “If he wants to marry her off, am here sitting ready to marry her?”, never, not in this eternity. “You never know what is waiting infront of you in eternity Ethan..., believe me or not am feeling this thing”. “What if the red roses are just a mistake?”, I ask him speaking a possibility. He scoff at it and said “she is a floral goddess for fucks sake”. “whatever”, I say rolling my eyes. “By the way who is the man you locked in dungeon?”, lucas asks.

She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'

Then she started jacking me off with both hands as she caught her breath, before dipping back down and repeating the process. It felt amazing. It looked amazing. I swept her blonde hair out of her face to make sure I could see every smile and grin, every time she hollowed her cheeks when sucking, or bulged them out by pressing the head of my cock against them. Every look in her eye. Every loving glance. “Amelia, I’m close,” I groaned. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes, but I was going on a year of celibacy, and I was drunk, and this was all new and taboo and shouldn’t be happening.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

The sight of my boyfriend’s father touching himself was so raw, so erotic, that I couldn’t look away. He hadn’t noticed me. He was too lost in his own pleasure. My breathing deepened. The guilt I had felt earlier dissolved, replaced by a rush of heat between my legs. Without thinking, I slipped my right hand into my panties, feeling the damp lace cling to me. My left arm stayed braced against the wall, but my left hand rose to cup my breast, fingers teasing my nipple through the thin fabric of my T-shirt. I shut my eyes briefly, letting the sensations spread through me, the slow circles over my clit, the sharp tug of my nipple. When I opened them again, Bruno was still stroking himself, stil

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”