Erroric Stories Novels & Stories

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.

I panicked, Jax slipping out the window like a ghost. Body aching, pussy throbbing, I dressed slow, cum still inside. Downstairs, his eyes met mine over coffee promise of more anytime. The weekend? Far from over.

At the moment of impact their heads were both out of the driver's side windows when they cracked together, leaving the unmarked cars to roll gently to a halt 200 yards apart. 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!

FATE. The development of events beyond a person's control, regarded as determined by a supernatural power; an inevitable and often tragic end. Having survived the frightening split, Anna refused to abandon Dylan. She was determined to understand the origin of his trauma—the deep childhood wounds that amplified the betrayal. As Dylan slowly emerged from his depressive state, he revealed the core of his BPD, the result of parental emotional abandonment and manipulation, leading Anna to realize that the monster was merely a frightened boy shaped by a cruel, predetermined fate.

She wanted to try something she'd never done before. She stretched her legs wide open, one hand resting on the floor to support her weight. Bernard finally opened his eyes and straightened his back at that point, and his eyes widened when he saw her. "M-Monette..." he exclaimed, stunned. She smiled seductively at him while tracing the sperm he had spurted on her hair. She pressed her two stains with his juice fingers together. "Watch me," she said seductively. And without taking her gaze away from him, she inserted her two semen-coated fingers into her wet pussy. And as his fingers entered her womanhood, she exclaimed and looked up. She began moaning as soon as she moved her fingers. Inside

~ END ~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Poker Game”

I looked away because the truth was that I remembered enough,enough to know I had crossed a line,enough to know I had betrayed Silas. I climbed out of bed and grabbed my purse. "This was a mistake." The words felt hollow and Drey laughed bitterly. "A mistake?" "It was." His jaw tightened. "You keep saying that." "Because it's true." His gaze darkened. "No." My heart hammered. "No, Nicole." He stepped closer. "You can call it whatever you want." I backed away immediately. "Drey, stop." "But don't lie to yourself." I didn't answer,I couldn't because a small, terrible part of me wasn't sure he was wrong.

Had he found out about the damage he’d caused—wrecking the trolley—while shamelessly breaking the third rule by making out with a client? Had the penthouse client snitched on him for refusing to deliver his orders? If he’d found out, why wait until after a week? Did he, perhaps, want him to feel comfortable until he strike? Waiting for the right moment? Where was he even taking him? Wild thoughts raced through Jace’s mind as the elevator shut close with a ding, deliberating on whether he made the right choice to follow hin to wherever he was taking him or just resign instantly. Jace took a sharp exhale as the elevator ascended slowly.

She smiled, placing her hands on her waist. "Really? there's a library? Yes!" I clenched my right fist frantically in the air, excitement written all over me. Back at home, A Library was an abomination. I guess I forgot to mention there was a rule about books also? Well, here it goes. Eric had concluded that books lie. He had this ludicrous theory that books trap people. He said it's similar to a disease, a terrible sickness that has no cure. Makes humans rapted in an imaginary world, completely forgetting what reality brings.