Novel & Cerita Erroric Stories

"We're heading back." "Ah, y-yes." Lilac replied. "Again, I'm so sorry, Black. I'll talk to you next time." The three went back to their karaoke room like nothing happened, while I was left distraught at the event. That girl was rude as hell, and that guy was scary. Why was Lilac hanging out with those two? Wait, why is it that I think I've already heard about them before?

Lia’s legs were still trembling as she slipped out of the restroom and hurried back to her last class. Ethan’s cum continued to leak down her inner thighs, soaking her ruined panties. Every step made her hyper-aware of the soreness between her legs and the filthy secret she now carried. She kept her head down, glasses slightly askew, cheeks burning. No one could possibly know… right? But she knew. And she couldn’t stop replaying it. Her pussy clenched at the memory, sending another trickle of his seed down her skin.

But the dryness in my throat wouldn't let me. My best friend, Lorena, and I had just gotten back from a house party and decided to crash at her place. We were supposed to call Ubers and head to our separate homes after the party, but I had to escort her and make sure she got in safely because she was way too drunk to be left alone. I could've gone home after dropping her off, but it was 2 a.m., and I wasn't trying to get robbed or kidnapped. So I stayed. Little did I know that very decision would change everything.

Crying out all of my mistakes. All the mistakes of my past.

“One careless mistake. Do you have any idea how many people I had to smooth over because my assistant couldn’t double-check her work?” “I’m so sorry, Mr. Harrington,” Macy whispered, cheeks burning. “I was rushing and—” “Excuses don’t fix errors.” He stood slowly, towering over her. “In this office, mistakes have consequences. Bend over the desk, Macy. Now.” Her heart slammed against her ribs. She hesitated only a second before turning and placing her palms flat on the cool oak surface, arching her back so her ass was presented to him. Luke stepped behind her. His large hands smoothed down her sides, then yanked her pencil skirt up roughly over her hips, exposing her lacy black thong.

NATHANIEL'S POV I stared at the closed door of my office, the ghost of a muddy, tear-streaked face still burned into my retinas. Incompetence makes my skin crawl. It's like a physical itch I can't scratch. I don't care if a car drove through a puddle or if a shoe decided to quit its job; I care that my coffee was sixty degrees below the optimal sipping temperature and my morning brief was riddled with a five-hundredth-of-a-percentage-point error.

“I love black holes.” I squirmed in my seat. “What are you doing?” I looked around. We were near the back of the planetarium with no one around them, but we were still in public. When I felt Kai’s hand slide inside my pants, his fingers finding my wet folds, I let out a hiss. I gripped the armrests as he slipped up and down my slit. “Kai, we shouldn’t do this. Not here.”

The idea of me helping Sarah conceive, of sharing my seed with another woman under my wife's blessing, was a taboo that had turned my blood into liquid fire. Lillian pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, her gaze predatory and hungry. She didn't say a word at first; instead, she slid her hand down the front of my boxers, her fingers curling around the thick length of my cock. I groaned, my hips instinctively arching into her touch. She began to stroke me, a slow, rhythmic glide that made my toes curl.

Anything but the things I did. Kissing Anthony felt like ascending into the heavens. But to do that, I had to be dead, right? So there you go. Kissing Anthony after three years of trying to pick up the pieces of my life that he destroyed, was like dying a very, very painful death. Like being smashed by a truck or something. Then being taken to heaven by a very sexy angel with the most beautiful wings. In simple terms, it was a mistake. It was wrong, yet… yet I couldn't stop.