Novel & Cerita Exotic Short Stories

‎ ‎Even as thoughts came rushing in her head, Elena could not deny the arousal she was feeling. ‎ ‎"I can smell your arousal. I can see the dark spot your wetness has made on your shorts. I can see the proof that you want me. It's all over your face and in your eyes. F*****g hell! Let me taste you, Elena". ‎ ‎With his last words, he dipped his head in-between her thighs and inhaled deeply through her shorts. ‎ ‎Elena just looked on, mesmerized. She knew she needed to stop him. This was wrong, this was very wrong. It needed to stop.

“Lucky us.” I felt heat rush through me. The car suddenly felt much smaller. The driver pulled away from the curb. “Destination set. ETA twenty-five minutes.” The Latino guy, who introduced himself as Diego, stretched his arm along the back of the seat, his fingers brushing my shoulder. The other man, Marcus, shifted closer, his thick thigh pressing against mine. “You smell good,” Marcus said, voice low. “What’s a beautiful woman like you doing riding alone this late?” I smiled, feeling bold from the alcohol. “My friends ditched me for some guys at the club. So here I am.”

I have tried to seduce Lena countless times, but she always shyly pulled away like she was scared of getting tainted by me. I wanted to break that innocence. I wanted to hear her scream out my name in pleasure while I pounded her from behind as her huge tits bounced from the impact. I have envisioned this fantasy so hard that thinking about it made my dick twitch in my pants painfully. I fantasized about how warm her tight cunt would feel when I was balls deep inside her. How it would feel like when I fucked her mouth while those innocent brown orbs looked up to me like I was her salvation. And I would worship her like the goddess she was, if only she would give me a chance.

WARNING‼️ THIS STORY IS A PARANORMAL STORY 🔞 Chapter 1 My skin felt sticky from sweat as I peeled off my damp shirt and stepped closer to the tall antique mirror I had dragged out of the closet earlier. I wiped sweat from my neck and stared at my reflection, for a second everything matched. Then my reflection smiled a heartbeat after I did. My pulse jumped. I blinked hard and shook my head I was just tired that was all. I turned away to grab a towel but something made me glance back. My reflection stared at me, eyes darker, lips parted.

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

The sign above the entrance glows: SIN HAVEN. My stomach flips. Inside, the air is thick with perfume, cologne, and excitement. Music thunders through the floor; lights flash; women scream; bodies move everywhere. I cling to Rosa. “Oh my God.” “Oh my God indeed,” she says, eyes sparkling. “Welcome to paradise.” We dance for a while, letting loose in ways we never have before. I down two shots of something I can’t pronounce but tastes like battery acid. My head swims, but in a good way.

"This place... it might be a bit much. If it freaks you out, we can turn right around and leave. No pressure." Jay reached up, his fingers lightly brushing over the edge of my mask. "Open the door, Jake," he murmured softly, his eyes heavy with arousal. My heart hammered against my ribs. I turned the handle and pushed the heavy door open. The red room was dimly lit, drenched in deep crimson light and thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and heavy perfume. Everywhere you looked, bodies were entangled. Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys.

she said and the others giggled at her last statement. “Another deduction for me I guess. My insufferable boss delayed me at the office” Shirley explained. She was high in demand here at the exotic club. Every VIP client that had her once, always kept coming back. She stood in a VIP room with about twelve other girls. The rooms were always dimly lit and normally, the girls walked in to see the client already waiting, but this time was different. They waited for the client to come in. After a few minutes of waiting, he finally walked in. Slowly and menacingly. The scent of the room shifted to something stronger, magnetic and sinfully alluring.

“Alright, hotshot. I dare you to follow me to the Vault.” Emma frowned. “What’s that?” He chuckled, shaking his head at her amusing question. “Well, it’s the hottest, legendary club in the city and no one gets in without a connection or a fake ID. Sneak in with me tonight, and I’ll never call you boring again.” “Club?” She asked, looking away, lost in thought. Jake sneered. “It’s known as the kind of place where rules go to die. You can call it dangerous but it’s also very exciting. You dare?”

I had been running for what felt like hours, though it could only have been minutes. Lucas was behind me. My ex-boyfriend. The man I had once loved before I saw the monster hiding behind his charming smile. After I broke up with him, he had snapped. He kidnapped me, locked me in the basement of his isolated cabin, and told me over and over that I belonged to him forever. He was a psychopath, calm and calculating on the surface, but his eyes held a cold emptiness that terrified me more than any scream ever could.