Free Erotica Short Novels & Stories

My frее hand kерt rаvаgіng her tіt, рullіng on thе nіррlе, hаrd. Wіth one fіnаl рuѕh аgаіnѕt hеr G-ѕроt, I lіghtlу bіt dоwn on hеr clit, juѕt hard еnоugh to sent a bоlt of рlеаѕurе thаt ignited a mаѕѕіvе оrgаѕm. Hеr juices ran down mу fіngеr and hand аѕ wаvеѕ оf роwеrful соntrасtіоnѕ dаmn near ѕԛuееzеd mу fіngеr tо the роіnt of раіn. Hеr ѕсrеаmѕ became mоаnѕ аnd grоаnѕ оf рlеаѕurе. Swеаt was роurіng оff оf hеr and she ѕlоwlу еаѕеd bасk down on thе hot tub соrnеr. She rеlаxеd down and dоwn until ѕhе was fіrmlу оn іt. I ѕtооd bасk аnd uр, ѕmіlіng at hеr.

My thighs pressed together on instinct, but it was already too late. A slick rush of wetness flooded my panties, hot and sudden, soaking the delicate lace until it clung to my swollen fold. My clit pulsed hard, as if his voice had whispered the command straight against my skin. God. I was dripping. Just from an email. Just from the knowledge that the most explicit thing I’d ever written...forty-three pages of raw, shameless fantasy...was now sitting in his inbox. I had submitted the wrong file. On Monday night I’d been running on cold coffee and three hours of sleep, watching a course submission portal count down the last two minutes before the deadline.

"Beg for it," he growled, leaning down so his breath ghosted over my ear. "Tell me what a naughty student you are for wanting your professor to wreck this kitty." "Please, Professor... take me. I need you inside me so bad." *********** One touch is never enough. In the glittering world of forbidden nights and dangerous temptations, desire ignites without warning... and burns everything in its path. From a devout preacher's wife who hides her sinful thirst behind the pulpit, to a mysterious stranger who offers a night of sin with no names and no limits. These scorching standalone stories plunge you into raw, insatiable passion. Every encounter is electric. Every kiss, a

In fact, her pink and extremely attractive nipples were very reddish. The ground around us was a witness to the way we sweated, and I knew that not every academy in the world was worth a sex like that. My whole legs were sweaty, and Joana's legs contained the mark of her excitement, which had flowed the moment she came hard. The woman had three orgasms. Three. On the same night. I didn't know if she would remember with pride the way she did, but at least she wouldn't forget. I had left a mark on his body and memory.

Her body was a temptation I couldn’t ignore anymore. Freya lay back on the table, legs spread wide, fingers buried in her wet pussy, panting as if she were the star of the p**n she’d put on the screen. The video was loud, moans, dirty talk, the wet sounds of bodies colliding but her own noises drowned it out. The sight broke me. I stalked forward, heart hammering, cock straining so hard against my trousers I could barely breathe. My hands wrapped around her thighs and yanked her down the table, dragging her ass to the edge.

All for him to see. Clara felt bad that her body was reacting. But she felt wet down there. A bad wetness she couldn't stop. Her pussy was right there for him, and his big cock stuck out. It made her feel hot and bad. A fire started inside her. Thick, sweet wetness dripped between her legs. Nick smiled. He watched it shine. He wanted to touch her soft pussy-lips.

Letitia’s hands flew to his hair, hips rocking against his mouth as pleasure cut through the cold still clinging to her skin. “I still hate you,” she gasped, even as her thighs trembled around his head. Connor looked up, lips shiny with her arousal. “Good. Hate me while you come on my tongue.” He slid two thick fingers inside her, curling them perfectly while his mouth sucked hard on her clit. Letitia came with a sharp cry, her back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure rolled through her. Connor didn’t give her time to catch her breath.

She was really into it, curling her fingers, rubbing Mia’s clit, whispering filthy things like, “Cum on their cocks for me.” “Soak them while I play with you.” She thought that was going to be me in there. The realization hit like ice water. My best friend wanted to finger me while strangers used me. The image burned itself into my brain. “God, Jade, you’re nasty,” Brock laughed. “Didn’t know you had it in you.” “I just got fucked by one, two,” she started counting, “three, four…..twelve men and you’re questioning this?” She just smiled and kept going, fingers slick and moving faster. “She deserves this. Trust me.”

He seemed to get the idea and sank his fingers as deep as he could get… spreading her labia, stroking her clit with the other hand. “You nerdy slut,” he whispered, his voice low, intoxicating. “Ride my fingers,” he said. “I won’t,” she said, trembling. “I don’t want this.” But as he tried to pull his fingers away, she shamelessly moved her hips to match him, desperate for friction… craving every inch. His hands moved faster now, when he added a third finger she was so wet that it felt right, fingers perfectly angled, teasing her G-spot. “You’re so wet,” he whispered, breathless. “Like a fountain.”

I was very hesitant about letting him, but he was cute, sexy, and we had been friends for a while. We looked each other in the eyes and he put my hair behind my ears. I went in for the kiss and we made out sensually for about 2 minutes. He was grabbing my breasts a little bit. He laid me down on the couch. I was wearing a black halter top, white jean shorts, and an anklet. He unzipped my shorts and he took them off. I was massaging my own breasts while he was stripping my shorts. He started by fingering me. I laid my head back and moaned. His fingers were nice and pleasurable. He fingered me for about 5 minutes until he found my g spot. I didn’t squirt surprisingly but I was teased and edged