Novel & Cerita Erotica Short Stories

They were suddenly cold as if a window had been thrown open to the chill winter air. Madame Valentina started shouting at her in a strange language but she surprisingly understood every word. She bent the woman backwards and started to lick her delicately featured face like an animal looking for a tender place to sink its teeth. The scent of the woman's femininity was overwhelming and she had a hunger she never suspected she held deep inside her. The sight of the blood coursing through her neck veins was so intoxicating that she kissed Madame Valentina like she was a first love being sacrificed on the altar of her depraved desire. Her fingers explored the fortune-telling woman's secret femin

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

Then Kaida’s mouth found the sensitive spot where Desirée’s neck met her shoulder, her cool lips and the subtle scrape of her fangs sending shivers of pure, erotic terror and delight down Desirée’s spine. “That’s it, my love,” Kaida whispered into her skin, her voice a silken caress. “Let go for us.” Conor’s mouth was driving her insane. His tongue fucked her in shallow thrusts before returning to circle her clit. The dual sensation of Kaida’s cool, deliberate touch and Conor’s hot, hungry mouth was too much. Desirée’s hips bucked off the counter, her hands tangling in Conor’s wild hair. Pleasure, sharp and blinding, ripped through her. She came with a shattered scream, her pussy clenching a

It wanted to open more. Nick held her tits in his hands. He pushed her nipples together. He owned them. His tongue moved fast. He licked and sucked the tips. He put his lips around one nipple, then the other. He pulled on them. He liked the tight feeling. Each suck made a fire in Clara’s pussy. Her body bent into his touch. Clara made a sound. Full of joy and shame. His tongue was making her tits wet. He sucked one soft spot. So good. She twisted on the bed. The ties hurt her skin. It was shameful. Giving up everything. Being used by him. But she felt a strange joy. A sweet pain. Her cunt beat.

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.

“Push my cum out, baby. Let me see that creamy mess.” Later, he carried her to the private outdoor hot tub overlooking the lake. Steam rose around them as he sat her on his lap, impaling her on his cock again. They fucked slowly at first under the stars, then harder, water splashing everywhere. Kane bit her neck, leaving fresh hickeys. “Everyone at university wishes they could have you… but you’re my secret whore.” Lila rode him desperately, tits bouncing in his face. He sucked hard on her nipples while thrusting up. She came again, soaking his cock. Kane followed, filling her once more.

He slid one finger inside her, slow and deep, her tight heat clenching around him as she let out a sharp cry. “That’s it,” he rasped, his lips grazing her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “Let me hear you, Tara.” Her moans grew louder, echoing through the small apartment as he added a second finger, stretching her just enough to make her gasp. He curled his fingers, finding that sensitive spot inside her that made her knees buckle, her body shuddering against the wall. His thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing tight, relentless circles while his fingers pumped in and out, the rhythm steady but building, pushing her closer to the edge with every stroke.

Emma’s face burned, her nails digging into the desk edge as her body convulsed. “I’m…I’m going to cum, Mr. Carter!” “That’s it” he snarled bouncing her harder, his cock slamming deep inside. “Do it cúm on your boss’s cóck. Show me how bad you want this job” Her body snapped, pleasure ripping through her in violent waves. Emma screamed, her pússy gushing around him, soaking his cóck and dripping down her thighs. Her whole body shook, tits bouncing in his grip, ass stinging red from his handprints.

His other friend without warning slams into me from behind and I scream in pleasure. “Ngggggggggh, shit fuuuuuuuuuuuck, yes keep going, fuck me just like that. Yes… yes… oh yes” the guy from behind continues to fuck me senseless as I tug at my breast and watch in daze as Rosa pleasures herself with a vibrator. This scene is so crazy, I had only seen it in p**n sites who would have thought my fantasies would be brought to life just a few days before my wedding. While we share two men that drive into us hard and fast against the headboard of our bed, Rosa and I kiss and touch ourselves in the most erotic ways ever and my body is fucking sensitive against her touch.

He continued, voice dropping lower. “An erotic novel. Quite explicit. The heroine was bent over her boss’s desk, skirt around her waist, getting fucked hard while he called her a dirty little slut.” My cheeks burned bright red. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I had been reading during my short break, thinking no one would return. I opened my mouth to apologize, but no words came out. Adrian stood up slowly and walked around the desk like a predator. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form.