Erotica Short Stories Novels & Stories

Now that I’m turned towards her I can see her properly and I can see that her shorts are around her ankles and she has one of her hands buried between her legs. “I. I. I.” She stammers trying to speak. I start to speak but I’m stunned into silence when she takes her hand from between her legs raises it to her mouth and licks it. I feel my cock twitch watching her pornographic display and I wonder what the fuck is happening. Selina walks forward into my bedroom, turns around, and closes the door behind her, She then kicks her shorts off her feet so that she is wearing nothing from the waist down and then starts to walk across the room towards me. My mind is spinning as I watch Selina walk acr

Erica asked before she quickly took her top off and headed towards them. “I’m in a fuckin’ coma or somethin’ because I dreamt last night. This can’t be a dream.” Ed said as Erica pulled her pants down and sat on Ed’s lap, gyrating her hips and pressing her own sexy ass around on Ed’s bare cock while Darla took her top off and put her tits right in Ed’s face; Ed fingered Darla while sucking on her nipple and let Erica just do her own thing with his cock before Erica took her blue thong off and straddled him, taking half of his thick cock at once before she started slowly bouncing up and down to ease the rest of him inside her, “This is amazing!” “You really are.” Erica said as she fucked away

WARNING : This is a collection of short erotic stories. It is extremely explicit, raw and unfiltered. Not suitable for readers under 18. Step into a world where every shade of temptation comes alive. Where obsession feels like love, and ruin feels like pleasure. Every tale drags you into a secret desire, a toxic attraction. Where heroines love being ravaged, and still beg for more. Stepdads who claim what they desire while mom is away or sleeping. Dominant piano tutor who turns practice into breathless, handcuffed restraint, and a junior brother who blackmailed their sisters into a threesome.

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.

My voice was shaky. Renata's lips curved into a smile, her brown eyes shining with something I couldn't quite name. "No, the opposite. Your writing is... powerful. Brave. I love erotic books myself, and I'd like to talk more about it. Are you free this weekend? Come to my place Saturday at seven." My heart hammered. Was this a test? A trick? Or something else? "Sure," I managed, my voice catching. She gave me a slip of paper with her address. Her fingers brushed mine, sending a spark through my skin.

The mirrors reflected the obscene scene from every angle: her body rocking between three powerful, identical men, her breasts bouncing, saliva dripping down her chin, and her pussy stretched obscenely around two thick cocks. “Fuck, she’s squeezing us so tight,” Damien groaned. “She was made for this,” Rafael added, tangling his fingers in her hair. “Our perfect shared whore.” The pleasure became too much. Aurora came violently, her scream muffled around Rafael’s cock as her body convulsed. Her pussy clamped down hard on the two cocks inside her, triggering both Damien and Cassian. They came almost together, flooding her womb with thick, hot loads of cum. Rafael followed seconds later, spilli

This is probably the definition of pathetic. But I don’t care. I press his shirt to my face, breathing in his scent, and slide my hand between my legs. I’m already wet. I’ve been wet since I jumped into his arms this afternoon. The ache between my thighs is almost painful now. I circle my clit with my fingers, slow at first, imagining it’s his hand. Imagining him touching me, those rough callused fingers on my skin. “Damon,” I whisper into his shirt. My fingers move faster. I imagine him here, in my bed, those storm-gray eyes dark with lust. Imagine him spreading my legs and putting his mouth on me. Imagine his tongue…

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

He hovered above me, his eyes glowing gold with lust. Thunder erupted outside, clashing with the storm of lust brewing in those eyes. I tried to sit up, to slide back, but it made me rub my legs instead as he was so close. Rubbing my legs made my cum drip out of my cunt. I took my head backwards, moaning softly as I bit my lips shamelessly.

"I grabbed my coffee cup, draining it despite the fact that it was still too hot, needing something to do with my hands before I reached for him. Under the blanket Maya's mom had draped over the couch, Derek's hand found my thigh. His touch was light, teasing, inching higher with agonizing slowness. I shot him a warning look, but he just smiled, perfectly composed, engaging in conversation with his father about some tech startup while his fingers crept higher and higher up my leg. When his fingers brushed against my panties—still soaked, still aching—I nearly dropped my coffee cup. "You okay, Sienna?" Mr. Morrison asked. "Fine!" I squeaked. "Just—hot coffee. "Derek's fingers pressed against