Errotic Short Novels & Stories

- what the heck did I do to myself. Was the first of many questions that would come. Some time later... "Shit!!" Screams a girl while crumpling a paper full of handwriting. She furiously throw the paper ball into a trash can. The trash can falls in the ground with the impact, revealing dozens of identical balls. She takes another price of paper and start writing again, but when the pen touches the paper, she stops. Her heart screams in agony: ' Come on you covard! In the worst case she will take it as a joke and forget it after a while'

Her lips drooled in rhythm with her incensed breathing. “Oooohhhhh you know I do, darling. Please quit teasing me; I want your cock. Gimme your fucking cock!” Thaddeus rubbed his prick against her wet velvet opening, pressing it against her clit’s metal studs. Erica gave a shrill cry and again lifted her hips but Thad was still mentally punishing her with evasion. “Thad, for fuck’s sake, quit teasing me,” she cried shamelessly. “If you really want this dick then answer my question. Tell me what goes on in your club.”

SEX IS SWEETER WHEN IT'S FORBIDDEN 1 It’s crazy how long I fought it. Ethan is my best friend’s younger brother, only 19 years old, but fuck, he looks like a grown man. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a deep voice, sharp jawline, and that quiet confidence that always made my cock twitch whenever he was around. I knew it was wrong. Taboo. Completely forbidden. He was practically family. But that didn’t stop me from jerking off to him almost every single night for the past year.

Jerome’s cock was about ten inches, it stood upright, rising from a clean shaven crotch and with a large, pink mushroom-like head. Precum had formed a large shiny pearl over the wide one-eye slit and the sight of it made her mouth water. Eddie’s dick was shorter, about eight inches, but thicker and darker, resembling an over stuffed sausage with its oversized hood. Precum from his uncut cock was dribbling freely down the thick shaft and she couldn’t wait to wrap her fingers around it.

“God, Marcus… your cock feels so fucking good… I am so close… fuck me through it… make me cum all over the sheets…” Marcus growled low in his throat, a deep, animalistic sound, and kept pounding into him without mercy. The wet, rhythmic slapping sounds grew louder and more obscene. Elias’s body shook violently with every brutal thrust. His moans climbed higher and higher until finally he cried out, his voice breaking in the most erotic, shameless way I had ever heard. “Fuck… I am cumming… Marcus! I am cumming so hard!”

Hallie Shaw lived her life judging everyone with a rigid scorecard. When we were dating, she used to say that any person or event scoring below ninety points wasn't worth a second of her time. After marriage, every single thing I did was evaluated. On our wedding anniversary, I prepared a full spread of her favorite dishes. She took one bite and said, "Eighty-nine points." Then she set down her utensils and left to share a meal with Miles, who allegedly had a poor appetite. For the company's anniversary party, I tried on twenty-seven suits, only for her to glance at me and say, "Eighty-eight points. Not suitable to bring along." That very night, she walked into the celebration with Mil

WARNING ⚠️ ⚠️⚠️🔞🔞 THIS BOOK CONTAINS RAW EROTICA SCENES. PLS, DON'T READ IF YOU ARE BELOW 18 🔞YEARS OR LACK CONTROL OVER YOUR SEXUAL EMOTIONS. I STILL REMAIN ONE OF YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR "WORLDCUP". ENJOY YOUR STORY.** 1- LORA "Sighing!!!,.. I dropped my bag on the couch."

It was more like a drug that I couldn't get enough of. And I wasn't going to lie, I loved getting under his skin, pushing his buttons just a little bit. It's not like I was walking around naked or anything. These bum shorts were cute and fun, perfect for a party like this. Plus, they made me feel confident and sexy and wasn't that what mattered most? If anything, Eric should be proud he got a wife like me who was confident enough to flaunt what she got.

Shirtless, with only a pair of gray shorts clinging to his hips, he looked like temptation carved from stone. Vivian’s breath caught. Her eyes betrayed her, drinking in the V-line that disappeared into his shorts, the sculpted muscles of his chest, the strength in his arms. “Stop eye-fucking me and do it for real,” Erick teased, before claiming her mouth in a hot, quick kiss. Vivian smacked his chest with her handbag, cheeks flushing. “I wasn’t looking. And don’t you dare try to distract me, young man.” Erick only chuckled, slipping his hands around her waist and pulling her close. “Then what’s got my lady all worked up?” He arched a brow, playful and wicked.

“Right now, I want your cock in my mouth.” Eager to see what I’m working with, I make quick work of divesting him of the velvet shorts and he sighs in relief. “Those aren’t comfortable,” he says on a chuckle. “Not even remotely breathable.” I scrape my nails up his inner thighs as I turn my attention to the present between his legs. It’s thick and long, eagerly awaiting my lips. Without hesitation, I lick from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, swirling my tongue around the head and tasting the saltiness of the pre-cum already appearing.