Errotic Short Novels & Stories

She muttered, "Fuck it," and put one hand on the top button of her little shorts. When she popped it open, Greg's eyes widened. He said, "Holy sh*t," as she unbuttoned her shorts about halfway. This provided her with just enough space to insert a few of her thin fingers. She questioned whether her brother would be shocked if she revealed that her pussy was baby-bald smooth as she caressed her silky flesh.

"This might feel a bit uncomfortable at first." I didn't want to care, but I was sure normal sized cocks didn't look like his. Would it even fit? "Will it hurt?" I asked. "Ordinarily, it would," he said plainly. "But I can make it so it doesn't." "How?" He rubbed the smooth head of his cock over my sopping wetness, and my legs spread wider, silent begging him to make me feel good. "Sweetheart, I'm an Incubus." He grinned. "I can make you feel so good, you won't even feel the pain."

Overhead, a cloud drifts across the moon like it’s shielding it from our nonsense, but I’ve never felt so alive. She’s a wriggly little thing. All elbows and knees, with zero shame about trying to catch me in the junk. And I’d give her some space, would be more careful about crossing this line, except my assistant is giggling like a maniac, splashing and kicking and—Jesus—biting. Booming out a laugh, I wrestle her around until she’s facing me, bare legs wrapped around my hips. Sadie pokes out her tongue. My fingers flex on her waist.

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. Well I lust over her. I cursed when a message popped on my screen but taken it when I saw that it was from Erica. I opened it and it fucking stunned me. Gritting my teeth, I watched the video she sent me and I quickly became aroused! She fucking sent me a video of her touching herself! It was only a one minute video but it’s already enough for my cock to erect. Erica: Oh god! I’m sorry, Marco! I sent it to the wrong person! I’m sorry!

Ariel I’ve always had a slut kink. I wanted to be manhandled, pulled, slapped, and fucked in every hole. But by who? That was the problem. I wanted someone strong enough to handle me and someone I was attracted to at the same time. I looked at the clock on my nightstand and it felt like it was mocking me. It had been exactly ten minutes since I’d swallowed the "special" tea I’d bought from that underground shop, and only two minutes since my boyfriend, Mark, had shattered my pride over the phone.

The woman's eyes widened as she screamed in pleasure. The two women laid Rosette down and the short-haired girl sat on her face, allowing her to eat her there while the other girl was busy finger fxxking her cunt. Rosette put her arm around the thigh of the woman with short hair as she grinned and pressed herself even harder on her. Their erotic moans of pleasure, giggles, and groans filled his room.

“...her chest heaved slightly with pleasure as I withdrew my cock from Maryann’s tight pussy... finally, we separated, and I helped her back to her original spot by the window... Maryann could barely steady herself as she put her bra back on, overwhelmed by the exhaustion and ecstasy of our lovemaking on the bus... as the road grew brighter with the approaching sunrise and we neared the town of Gumaca, Quezon, I pulled my pants back on and Maryann slipped into her t-shirt and sports jacket; however, I couldn't help but notice that her backside was wet from the copious fluids and semen released during our encounter... ‘Change into shorts; the people at the house we’re visiting might notice,’

“Honey you and I know you’ve had it bad for the past year. And trust me, your emotions flying around is pent up frustration due to lack of sex! You really need to get your back blown out like he said.” “God.. Lisa!” “And dear Nathan! Bless him. He is such an understanding and good man. He loves you and cares about your well-being. I have never seen any man that considerate. He wants you to do it Rene.. He wants you to get over this” “Lisa…” “And please Rene don’t pretend you weren't just fingering yourself last night with p**n sounds all over your room” My eyes widened. “Lisa!” I almost screamed, embarrassed. “You.. You heard?”

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.

I looked forward to it. I chose the outfit carefully. No bra again—didn’t see the point. A thin white cotton camisole, almost see-through when the light hit it right. Tiny black sleep shorts that barely covered the bottom curve of my ass. No panties. The seam of the shorts pressed directly against my clit every time I moved. Torture. Delicious torture.