Erptic Stories Novels & Stories

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.

His hips jerked with each spurt his hand milking every drop watching it cover me. I watched him come the sight pushing my orgasm longer my fingers rubbing my clit slow now drawing it out feeling his cum warm thick on my skin. “So much,” I whispered reaching down to rub it in spreading it over my breasts and stomach marking myself with him feeling dirty and owned. Rune breathed hard watching me play with his cum his cock twitching still half hard at the sight. “You are fucking perfect,” he said, leaning in to kiss me deep, tasting my mouth slow now, the urgency fading but the heat still there.

Ruby clenched her fist together. Eric, feeling her hands tightening, held them in his and said, "At first, I thought their stories were too good. Each and every one of them said almost exactly the same thing. As if they were all told to say it. So, I even double and triple check everything. But their stories had no flaws." "So, you believed them." Eric nodded. "I tried to debunk everything, but I couldn't." "So, you never thought to ask me?" "No." "Because you hated me, you wouldn't trust me.

They kept going. By the time the sky outside started turning from black to deep blue, they were both covered in sweat, cum, and handprints. Hero had her on her back one last time, legs spread as wide as they would go, pounding into her with the last of his strength while she rubbed her swollen clit and sobbed through another orgasm. He followed her over the edge with a guttural groan, emptying everything he had left inside her.

“You don’t come until I say. You hold it.” He goes back down and keeps the same relentless rhythm until I’m shaking and begging under my breath. Every time the pressure builds too high he backs off, blows cool air over my clit, waits for the edge to fade, then starts again. He does it four times. By the fifth I’m crying from how much I need it, hips trying to chase his mouth. “Please, please let me—” “Not yet.”

Derick, who had no idea what I have just done. I touched my lips, then my neck, then lower—just once, through my skirt—and felt her breath catch. I grabbed my bag, got out of the car, and walked toward the apartment. I walked into the apartment still feeling Mr. Grant’s cum leak out of me with every step. Derick was on the couch in a t-shirt and sweatpants, scrolling on his phone. He looked up and smiled. “Hey, baby. Long day?” “Yeah.” I went straight to the shower, but I didn’t wash between my legs. I left his cum inside me on purpose. When I came out in just a towel, Derick was already hard. He pulled me onto the bed and kissed me like he always did—soft, familiar, safe.

He felt fast action was vital,so he tried to twist the cyclist's head back to it's proper position,BREAKING THE BIKER'S NECK! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

With a chill in her voice, Sara asked, "You mean to say that I forced him to say these words?" When Eric did not respond to Sara's question, she raised her voice and continued: "Not much more needs to be said! Mr. Joe, please remove Eric from the Happy Hill Pub immediately!" After being pushed to the limit, Eric eventually took a stand and declared in a loud voice, "I don't have a venereal disease; I just have a mild case of 'haemorrhoids' disease!

The desires in me kept on doubling and my d**k refused to get back into its normal state The last time this happened, I had to masturbate over and over again before it finally went down. But the next day, the outcome was so terrible. I had to endure so much pains for stroking my man several times in the night. It was so damn unbearable Thinking of this, I glared down at my man and sighed out helplessly. Only one thing can calm him down, and that's Fiori. But she's not mine, and I can't just have her like that either without any protection

Eric said as he pinned Rita to the wall again, inhaling her sweet fragrance. “What do you say? You and I.. shall we make some babies? You had always wanted to have my babies,” he said, pushing himself against her roughly. Rita felt anger flare up in her heart. She was very much aware of the hard thing poking her stomach but instead of the tingles she felt with Chris, she was utterly disgusted. ‘What the hell did I see in this guy?’ She thought in her head as she raised her knee, hitting Eric’s crotch without warning.