Erotica Short Novels & Stories

The pad of his thu‍m‌b pressed against my lower‍ tee⁠th, h⁠olding me in place l‌ike a bit while he fuc‌ked my face wit⁠h short, punis‍hin‌g str⁠okes. I could tas‍t⁠e e⁠verything. Him.‍ The fai‌nt,⁠ salt-sweet rem⁠n‌ants of Greta an‌d An‍na. Th‌e bitter, electri‌c edge of his arousal. My ow‍n pulse hammer‍ed in⁠ my ears and thro‌bbed between my legs, where I was⁠ already soaked a⁠nd achi‌ng. Every time h‍e bottomed out, my body jolted.⁠ A low, ch‌ok‍ed wh‌imper vibrated again‌s⁠t his length.

Hated how my thighs trembled and another gush of slickness leaked down my inner thigh. But my body moved anyway—small, hesitant steps across the cool hardwood until I was standing right in front of her, close enough to smell her arousal, sweet and musky and so fucking intoxicating it made my head spin. Elena’s free hand reached out, manicured nails grazing my bare thigh just below the hem of my boy shorts. I jumped at the touch, but she only smiled wider, sliding her palm higher, pushing the fabric aside until her fingertips brushed the soaked cotton covering my pussy.

“Take them off.” The embers of my desire blaze hotter at her words. Not wanting to break apart, I find a way to maneuver my shorts off. Amara giggles at my efforts but quickly loses her laughter when I roll on a condom and slip inside her warm, wet walls. She arches her back and throws her head back with a groan. Her folds shudder and tighten, making me groan in desire. I close my eyes feeling shockwaves of ecstasy rush through me. Her sharp nails dig into my sweat-soaked shoulders as her hips rise and fall in a carnal rhythm. Stars blink in and out of my vision, and a tidal wave of pleasure threatens to overtake me.

“I dare you.” She texted back almost instantly, the words popping up on my screen like a challenge. “Come on, you don't think he's good in bed?” I replied, my thumbs moving frantically as I followed him down the quiet hallway. “How long do you think I could last?” “Let's see... maybe thirty minutes,” she typed back, and I could practically hear her laughing through the phone. “I bet he's a one-hour guy. Let's give him a try. I can't wait to feel his tongue on my clit. I'm so fucking wet, Natasha.” My heart raced as I hit send, the words a mix of bravado and genuine desire.

“Rub your clit while you ride me. I want to feel this pussy cream one more time before I fill it.” She reached down, rubbing her swollen clit frantically as she bounced. Her moans turned into high-pitched, broken cries. Her walls started fluttering wildly around my cock again. “I’m gonna cum. Ethan, please!” “Cum then, you pathetic slut,” I snarled, thrusting up hard to meet her bounces. “Milk my cock.” Elara screamed, her whole body convulsing as another violent orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on me like a vice, gushing wetly all over my lap. Her eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent cry, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

He makes a muffled sound with his lips pressed to my clit, and the vibration bursts through me like liquid ecstasy. The erotic sounds of his tongue thrusting and ramming into my throbbing wet and slippery folds had me fisting my fingers. I threw my head back and shot my eyes as wave after wave of pure bliss surge through my body. I cry out again, distantly noticing the conversation outside the door falls silent, but I’m too far gone to care now. Sixteen more seconds.

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

Damien began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, his body pressing against mine with each thrust. "Damien," I whispered, my voice breathy and needy. "You feel so good. So fucking good." He captured my lips in another kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as his body explored mine. I could feel the pressure building, my body coiling tight with anticipation. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to go faster. Suddenly, I felt it...the rush of sensation, the release of pressure. I cried out, my body convulsing as I squirted, the wetness soaking the sofa beneath us.

“You want me to...” He nodded. “Suck your nipple. Suck it as if I were there.” I lifted one breast, bending down slightly, and allowing my tongue to circle my nipple. Within seconds, it was hard against my tongue. I sucked, flicking my tongue across both my nipples and around my areolas. An electric sensation coursed through my body as I slipped my hand between my thighs, stroking my already-sensitive clit. “Tell me what you’re doing,” he asked between ragged breaths as he stroked his dick, now visible, its head shiny and coated with a generous amount of precum. “Tell me.”

All I could do was feel ecstasy, and his tongue going down to my belly button from my boobs. He slowly removed my shorts, licked my thighs and bit them, he kept licking it as he sent his fingers to my clit. Circling it slowly, and put a finger into my pussy. “Uh..hh” I gasped. He shoved another finger in it, culling them in me slowly as I felt wet cold fluid on my clit. He was licking and sucking my clit, flicking his tongue so fast, that my feet started shaking and I came all over his face.