Erroric Stories Novels & Stories

she began, her thigh touching mine, "what makes you write like that? Your story was... real. It felt like you were writing about someone specific." I took a sip, the wine warm in my throat. "I guess... desires I haven't tried. Things I imagine but haven't done." My cheeks burned, but her gaze held me, urging me on. Marcus leaned forward, his voice low. "We're open-minded about desires. Life's too short to hold back, don't you think?" The air grew thick, charged with something new. Renata's hand touched my arm, light but clear. "Your story mentioned a couple," she said, her lips close to my ear. "Is that something you think about?"

Eric raised an eyebrow, "What?" "This chapter was purposely made to have multiple mistakes in a range of different ways. I only wanted to see if the editor was honest enough to tell me about it, or simply correct a few and say it was overall good, which would of lead me to fire them immediately. You would be surprised how many failed." Actually, Eric was not surprised, since Draven was an intimidating man. He smiled, "Welcome to the team."

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

Ponpon explained for me. Rugien seemed to look more irritated at my weapon’s words. He looked at me angrily now. “I asked why you’re here, Xerra. Did you hear me or not?” I swallowed again and nodded at him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be here. I-I got lost…” He weighed my answer. He sighed when he decided to believe me. He embraced me then, which made my heart swell and kick hard against my chest. “It was so close. You could’ve been in a worst situation. Come on. Let’s get you out of here,” he said in a low tone with worry in his tone. His hand took mine as he guided me outside.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

Shaking my head, I held out my hand for Grace and helped her get up. “Thank you,” I nodded. “I’m sorry but I can’t come. And if you want to fuck, you can choose from my friends to have their cocks fill in your cunt. I don’t fuck twice.” Then I walked away to go to my car. I massaged my forehead then stalked Erica again. I noticed that all of her pictures characterized her as a prim and proper lady, her clothes were perfectly fit on her body, it was so good, alluring, and addicting but not to the point that you will lust over her.

I've got to say something. “Belle,” I start, facing her, noticing how the moonlight catches in her eyes and makes them shine. I see her chest heaving, like she's preparing herself for whatever I have to say. Then, she looks at my lips. I do the same, only looking into her eyes when she does the same. “That kiss—” I pause, holding myself not to say the most ridiculous thing ever. Like it was a mistake. Because it wasn't. I had thought about the consequences and I kissed her anyway.

Gerald replies, glaring at the girl before looking at his son. "You can go now, father," Milo growled, excusing his father. As his father walked towards the exit, Milo turned towards the girl, "What's your name, beautiful?" He asked, trying his hardest not to walk over to her. "Ericka. Ericka Christofferson. From the New Moon pack." The she-wolf replied timidly, staring down at the ground. "Ericka," Milo purred. "It seems like you've caused quiet the commotion today."

Hussain yelled earning looks from the people beside them. "This is not how to talk to your twin brother, someone you have not seen for decades. At least, appreciate him, he wants to things right" Umar admitted. Hassan felt remorse for what he did back then, and he tried to get to Hussain but he kept pushing him out. It was Umar's plan to get him to museum so that they will sort it out like the mature adult they are. Umar signaled Nafisa to leave them there while they take a stroll in the museum, checking the art works. " Are you sure they won't kill each other?" Nafisa questioned worriedly.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."