Errotic Short Novels & Stories

He breathed as I rubbed it through his shorts. "Well if you want me to keep doing it, you'll give me a nice kiss. In fact." I grabbed the snap of his shorts and pulled it open, "You do a good job, I'll reach right in and grab it, and wouldn't that feel better?" "Yes." "Then, how about you give your naughty teacher a kiss?" I closed my eyes and parted my lips once more and my heart pounded in anticipation as I awaited his kiss. After a moment of nothing, I stopped moving my hand and lifted it from his crotch. Immediately his lips pressed quickly to mine and with a soft moan, I grabbed his cock and stroked it once more.

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

Clara:(angry)" Eric, don't make me angry..'' Eric (amazed)" I will love to see your angry face, my little sex slave." He laughed sarcastically, coming close to you. His hands roamed all over your body, his fast , warm breath landed on your cold body. Clara:(angry)" Don't touch me with your dirty hands." He didn't listen to you and continued touching you..his hard chest pressed against your soft body. You felt a deep sensation inside you... like something has melted inside you.. you felt weakness in your knees and strange butterflies fluttered inside your stomach.

Chapter 3 We undressed each other fast, hands shaking with excitement and nerves. His tank top came off, then mine. Shorts and boxers followed until we were both naked, skin hot against skin. His body was incredible, hard muscles, broad shoulders, and a thick, leaking cock that made my mouth water. “Fuck, Ethan,” he groaned, kissing down my neck while grinding against me. “You are so hot. I have jerked off thinking about you so many times. Tell me you have too.”

The scent of her arousal hung thick in the air, musky and intoxicating, mingling with the faint sweat from their earlier exertion. His fingers, trembling with need, hooked into the elastic waistband of her shorts and the flimsy thong beneath, yanking them down her toned legs in a single, frantic tug. The fabric rasped against her skin, leaving faint red trails in its wake. Elara kicked them off with a flick of her ankles, spreading her thighs wide in invitation, her pussy exposed and glistening with slick need, the folds swollen and pink, begging for him.

Erriene's mouth fell open in a silent gasp, and he writhed on the bed. "No… I- I don't like… that… either," Erriene said, panting. Alarick eased another finger inside, finally finding the spot he'd been looking for when Erriene arched his back all on his own and spread his legs even more unknowingly. "Black magic," Erriene cursed, moaning. "You're… you did… mnngh… something… you did magic, s- stop it." Erriene’s cock was weeping already, so cute and rosy. He wasn't big, obviously, and compared to Alarick’s, it looks like a child’s. Alarick wondered if Erriene would feel the need to touch it while he fucked him.

I scoff loudly at him “bullshit” “If he wants to marry her off, am here sitting ready to marry her?”, never, not in this eternity. “You never know what is waiting infront of you in eternity Ethan..., believe me or not am feeling this thing”. “What if the red roses are just a mistake?”, I ask him speaking a possibility. He scoff at it and said “she is a floral goddess for fucks sake”. “whatever”, I say rolling my eyes. “By the way who is the man you locked in dungeon?”, lucas asks.

I hadn't noticed my hardened nipples now announcing it's presence with the wetness of my dress and it made me flush with embarrassment “I'm so sorry Tory, come with me, I'll make it up to you” something told me he knew what he was doing when he splashed the drink ,the mischievous smirk on his lips said it all. But I still followed him anyway. We left the crowd in the garden And made our way to one of the hotel rooms,one that I assumed was his. He opened the drawer and handed me a towel with a pair of shorts and a shirt. “It's not wedding appropriate but this should do.” He teased me and I gave a gentle smile. The thought of a million things that could happen with us being the only ones in th

***** Taking off the bags of dirt they have been in all day they both rushed into the walk-in shower, each taking their sides and scrubbing away. "Are you going to take care of that?" Jason met Eric's finger pointing to his hard-on. "No," Jason replied nonchalantly. "Ah, I see. You've got shorty now." Eric eyed him evilly. "He is not as short as your little Princess." Eric laughed at the nickname. "And so small." He agreed with a nod of his head. "Don't think I didn't notice him clinging onto you earlier." "Don't remind me, I still smell him on me and it turns me on."

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