Erotica Short Novels & Stories

c o m / k t i s h 7 + I will be releasing a new Erotica (if you have read 'The Ritual' you would already know the level of wildness my eroticas have) on Patreon Exclusively by the first week of April! Please join in. Thank you!

Inside, a man and a woman were entangled on the bed, their clothes completely removed. Some people immediately covered their faces, unable to look any longer. The more timid young ladies even let out frightened screams. My mother flew into a rage. "Charlotte Young! You have some nerve—how dare you commit such indecent, shameless acts! "Drag her out here. I'll kill her myself!" "Who exactly are you dragging out, Mom?" The people in front of me spun around. I was standing at the back of the crowd, stretching on my toes to peer over their shoulders, my expression nothing but mild curiosity.

I continued to lick, knowing that she would cum soon. She didn't disappoint me. Within a few moments, a stream of fluid began to flow from inside of her. I backed away and furiously rubbed her clit with my hand. The stream of fluid became a torrential downpour as my fingers touched her in just the right way. She had her eyes squeezed shut tightly as the fluid squirted from within her young body. As the leak slowed to just a dribble, she opened her eyes briefly. "Nobody's ever done this to me before. You're amazing," she gasped, before her eyes rolled back into her head. I continued to rub, and suddenly another rush of liquid poured out of her as her body seized with pleasure.

My strokes grew faster, slick sounds filling the quiet room as precum oozed over my fingers. It wasn’t enough. No matter how fast I jerked, the pleasure stayed just out of reach. My eyes darted around the room in frustration and landed on the thick, smooth candle stick on my nightstand. It was about seven inches long, tapered at the top, and just thick enough to make my hole twitch at the sight. Jayden’s message popped up right then, like the universe was pushing me further. Jayden: Dude this one is really fucking hot🥵🍆. Watch it.

Lara slid her hand down beneath the waistband of her shorts. The first touch was tentative, testing. A slow rub that had her breathing out a shaky sigh. The danger of it, the proximity of her roommate only a few feet away, made her pulse throb harder. She pushed deeper, fingers finding slickness, circling her clit in lazy strokes.

“Ahhh… ahhh… I’m close… mmm… please…” Ryan lifted his head and kissed me, swallowing my next moan. Lucas’s thumb pressed firmly against my clit and I came with a long, trembling sound that seemed to go on forever. “Ahhh… ahhh… mmm… fuck… ahhh…” My walls clenched around Lucas’s fingers as the orgasm rolled through me in slow, pulsing waves. Ryan kissed me through it, his tongue moving against mine in the same unhurried rhythm. When the last tremor faded, Lucas slowly withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean while I watched.

All for him to see. Clara felt bad that her body was reacting. But she felt wet down there. A bad wetness she couldn't stop. Her pussy was right there for him, and his big cock stuck out. It made her feel hot and bad. A fire started inside her. Thick, sweet wetness dripped between her legs. Nick smiled. He watched it shine. He wanted to touch her soft pussy-lips.

The scent of her arousal hung thick in the air, musky and intoxicating, mingling with the faint sweat from their earlier exertion. His fingers, trembling with need, hooked into the elastic waistband of her shorts and the flimsy thong beneath, yanking them down her toned legs in a single, frantic tug. The fabric rasped against her skin, leaving faint red trails in its wake. Elara kicked them off with a flick of her ankles, spreading her thighs wide in invitation, her pussy exposed and glistening with slick need, the folds swollen and pink, begging for him.

What our story is, from what I myself have just said, I already have the answer, but I wanted to hear from his lips, to know what he thought our story was. "I'm the one asking you that question, Ethan!"--- I take my cup.--- "What our story is to you." "An erotic, almost sexual poem."--- He begins to answer.--- "It is short like a poem, where most of what it tells you is about that, sex. But not just any sex, one that you forget after a few minutes. One that is remarkable, with orgasms so powerful they take you to the moon with such. They are remarkable moments despite everything, despite the short time you have together. You will know that it will soon be over, but you will remember every mo

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. *************************************************