Erroric Stories Novels & Stories

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

I had my first kiss with him, my first sex which I still remember vividly. I still remember the day we first met. I think it was love at first sight. He made me feel so many things at once and he still makes me feel the same way. We first started as best friends. He was so caring, respectful and handsome. A perfect gentleman. Everything was going well until Ade decided to end our relationship because of a silly mistake. But now I am going to get him back. He belongs to me. ****

Nova Ellis and her best friend Jade walked down the quiet hallway of the literature building at two-thirty in the afternoon. Most students were in regular classes, so the corridor felt almost empty. They had been struggling with Professor Blackthorn’s advanced erotic literature course for weeks. Their last paper had come back with a failing grade and a short note: “Come to my office tomorrow afternoon. I’m free after one. We need to fix this.” Nova knocked on the heavy door. Her heart was already beating fast.

Was it really an accident or something else? Misti's parents fell in love with each other when they first met in the past and they had a fairytale-like love story. Misti is fascinated by the love story of her parents and she wants the same for her life but she does not know that everyone's life is not the same and her love story will be a lot different than her parents'. But she did not know that her parents had faced a very challenging situation in the past but they overcame it with their love and faith in each other.

The subtle way she’d unbuttoned her sleeve, just enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse of the boobs beneath that pink push-up bra. A tempting scenario played out in my mind: dragging her into the dusty storage room, now storage for unwanted junk that some unfortunate orphan might eventually sort through. But I’d stopped myself. I’d only just arrived, and drawing attention, especially involving Mayor Stanford’s wife, was a spectacularly bad idea. As much as I enjoyed venturing into forbidden territory, I’d heard enough cautionary tales to steer clear of that particular viper’s nest. So, I’d stifled the urge and resigned myself to listening to the confessions of the town’s aging souls. Trust m

Jasper takes a tasting sip of his wine, pulls the glass back holding it by the stem and inspects the contents. “I intend to tell you,” He says still looking at the glass. I lean back in my seat, “I’ll just wait then,” feigning patience. Jasper sets the wine down and looks at me. “It’s kind of a messed up story,” I’m not sure how to respond to that. I figured the fact that Eric never talked about his parents while wer were together meant that something messed up must have happened. “My entire life is messed up,” I remind Jasper. “I think I can handle it,”

Ivar says, chuckling nervously. "Yeah, it's not," Eric replies, looking serious. "What will I tell your mates if I mistakenly drop us in the middle of the most treacherous and dangerous sea on earth, escape with just my life, and leave you all to drown and be food for sharks?" This bastard! Did I mention crazy Eric is also a master of dark humor? Instead of assuring and telling them everything will be okay, he knows what he's doing. He's spinning a macabre tale of how we might likely drown and die if his magic failed.

Let him see. Marcus’s jaw tightened. His hands gripped the arms of his chair like he was fighting gravity. They kept talking. About her copywriting years — writing other people’s words until she forgot her own. About how he’d drifted into papers and lectures instead of stories. The words got heavier. More honest. Every truth pulled something tighter in her chest. Her calf was still pressed against his leg. Neither of them had moved it. The heat from his body seeped through his pants and made her ache.

There was an odd swear word in it but it seemed right for the context'. 'Did it turn you on?' I asked simply. Julia now flushed bright red and did not answer. 'Your face tells me that it did. I'm glad, which is what it's supposed to do. Did it offend you?' 'No. How could a lovely story like that offend me?' she asked in return. 'What better definition of erotic writing do you want. Something that is not offensive but is a turn on both mentally and physically' 'Do you think that that story is true?'

"So... you like erotic stories, don't you, my son?" He attempted to speak, but I interrupted his stammer, reaching down to place my finger to his lips, my big tits just inches above him, my slightly wet pussy directly in front of him in plain sight. "And you particularly like erotic stories about sons and mommies, don't you, my son?" My hand reached down and wrapped gently around his, as expected, erect and ready-to-burst cock.