Free Short Erotica Novels & Stories

We're already steaming over the windows. "Theresa." I say her name like a prayer, pressing my face between her soft thighs. "Theresa. Fuck." She's whimpering, her hips twitching up in a stuttering rhythm. She's close. My girl is close. But maybe I can drag this out longer somehow—maybe I can steal a few more minutes— Theresa's thighs begin to shake, rattling the bench against the wall, and she lets out a broken wail. Oh, well. I grunt and press closer, lapping at her clit for all I'm worth.

As I moved towards the master bedroom, I could hear the sounds of pleasure and ecstasy slipping through the gap of the door. Looking thrоugh the little gap by the dооr, I saw my fiancée on all fours with her ass in the air, getting fucked dоggiе style bу Ellen, who had on a strap-on dildo. Selena's hands were tied and hooked up to the poles by the head of the bed. Mу fiancee has a small fetish about being tired and rendered immobile or rеѕtrаinеd. Once ѕhе iѕ, she's willing to go along with anything you want. She really gets turned on by it.

I knew that somewhere in the world there would be someone for me and that I would no longer be alone. Even if it wasn't Joana, I had hopes of finding someone who would let himself be carried away in the same way he was with us, natural and without major interests. However, I noticed that it wouldn't be the best kind of subject after sex like that. We were both a mess. Her hair was moistened and stuck to her head, and mine gave me the privilege of being very short so as not to bother. Some hickey marks were on Joana's neck and breasts. In fact, her pink and extremely attractive nipples were very reddish.

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“I dare you.” She texted back almost instantly, the words popping up on my screen like a challenge. “Come on, you don't think he's good in bed?” I replied, my thumbs moving frantically as I followed him down the quiet hallway. “How long do you think I could last?” “Let's see... maybe thirty minutes,” she typed back, and I could practically hear her laughing through the phone. “I bet he's a one-hour guy. Let's give him a try. I can't wait to feel his tongue on my clit. I'm so fucking wet, Natasha.” My heart raced as I hit send, the words a mix of bravado and genuine desire.

The basement air clung to their skin like a second lover, thick with the scent of sweat, leather, and the sharp metallic bite of lube and cum. Maya lay curled against Étienne’s chest on the wide leather chaise, blanket draped loosely over her hips, her body still humming from the last brutal wave he’d dragged out of her. Every breath pulled at the fresh welts across her thighs, the deep ache in both holes, the sticky film that coated her from navel to knees.

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.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

I cried out, arching back against him as he pumped slow and deep. I clutched the sheets, panting. He pulled down my shorts and I kicked them off completely before slipping his fingers in again. “You wear those tiny little shorts and come into my room. Into my bed and grind on my cock.” “I didn’t mean to come in here,” I whimpered. “But you didn’t leave either.” His fingers sped up. I moaned even louder now. “You were gonna come all over my fingers like a needy little slut. Maybe I should leave you hanging longer.”

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro