Exotic Short Story Novels & Stories

Her husband ran out just as her pursuer pulled up,jumped from his car and yelled:'Lady,there's A MAN WITH A KNIFE HIDING IN YOUR BACKSEAT! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

And remember, beneath the fiery heat of desire, there beats a heart that craves love, understanding, and connection. Thank you for joining me on this journey. I can't wait for you to experience the magic of the Spicy One-Shot Collection. With love and passion, Unusualdee Passion Pages “Passion Pages isn't just any reflection journal; it’s a powerful tool for those who wish to accept their sensuality.” — Unusualdee. After diving into this collection of short erotic stories, you absolutely need to grab the reflection journal designed to process all those swirling emotions and tantalizing thoughts that spring up while reading!

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

Their last meal had been nearly expired protein bars and something that might’ve been squirrel or worst—a sewer rat. “You know,” Jesse said, examining the dust-covered vending machine near the cracked wall. “There’s a fifty-fifty chance this thing dispenses snacks or severed fingers, which one do you wanna bet on?” Marcus grunted, prying open a boarded door with a rusted crowbar. “Better odds than usual, I call severed fingers.” Jesse opened the outlets and sure enough there was a severed hand inside it. “Sharp intuition you have, you know if the world hadn't gone into chaos, you would have won a guessing game show.”

It was a cold, dreary evening as I stepped through the heavy wooden doors, the ominous creak echoing through the cavernous chamber. The air hung heavy with the musky scent of leather, sweat, and something more primal. I had arrived at The Dungeon of Desires, a clandestine BDSM club hidden away in the heart of the city, where only the most depraved and perverse souls dared to tread.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

My body felt so hot suddenly like someone was setting me ablaze. Breathing through my nose wasn't enough. My mouth parted on its own to let in more air. The question was so direct, so raw, so wicked "Answer me, Muna" He said my name again. That deep way he always said it. I had been tempted before to beg him to stop calling me like that, because every time he did my body reacted… But how could I explain that without sounding crazy? That his voice alone made me wet and needy?

EMMA My body was still trembling, thighs slick with our mixed juices, when Sarah lifted herself off me. Her face glistened with my cum, lips swollen and shiny. I lay there on the couch, naked and panting, my perky tits heaving, my shaved pussy still pulsing and leaking from the intense orgasm she’d just given me. Jake stood beside us, his thick cock still half-hard, glistening with the last drops of his own release. The sight of his cum streaking across Mom’s ass and my thighs made my clit throb all over again.

I glanced over at him and followed his lead, raising my head and staring at the dark sky. Alex suddenly opened his eyes, and stared at me. I could see the mischievous glint in them. "The first one back to the house gets a paid Dried aged steak and champagne at the fanciest restaurant in the city!" he said, and before I could process what he said, he darted off. A laugh escaped me as I ran after him. But oh boy, the guy was goddamn fast. Who knows? Maybe I would enjoy this trip after all. We stumbled into the compound and Alex pushed the door open stepping in.

For a moment, I forgot I was supposed to stay as far away as possible from them but who wouldn't want to have fun? Pushing those thoughts to the back of my mind, I watched as the unicorn floated away, victorious and empty. Maxwell swiped his face with his right hand, hoping to wipe the water away from his eyes. “Truce?” “Truce,” I agreed. Ethan pushed his wet black hair out of his face, giving him a seductive look and looked straight at me. “I’m going to deflate that thing while you are asleep.” “You wouldn't dare,” I shot back, not aware that the golden strings of my bikini were loosening at a fast pace.