Free Short Story Erotica Novels & Stories

Bullets pop, and upstairs Dad and Amelia must be in Dreamland. Is this really happening? But yes—I can feel my heart racing faster, gathering speed the longer the doctor touches me. "Now, let's discuss your shorts." A big hand slips under the blanket and glides down my knees to my innermost thighs, a finger finding my pussy, and sinking in. He jerks my hips forward by an inch, and my gasp cuts through the air, my throat dry, breathing ragged. "You are a naughty, naughty girl. Did you wear this to torture me? Answer me."

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

A firm tap on her thigh, not painful, but sharp enough to jolt her. “You don’t beg yet,” he said. “You earn it.” She whimpered again, not from pain, but from pure frustration. He continued with changing sensations: soft strokes, quick taps, breathless pauses. One moment, he kissed her slowly. The next, he used a small leather paddle across her backside, each strike followed by a kiss, a touch, a whisper of praise. “Good girl,” he murmured. “So responsive. So eager.” Her body was on fire, not from harshness, but from the slow, intentional opening of her control.

He groaned low his hands gripping my thighs hard spreading them further his fingers digging deep into my soft skin leaving red marks I knew would show tomorrow. “You want more already,” he asked voice rough full of fresh lust his hips rocking slow rubbing his whole length along my pussy coating himself more in my cum. “Your pussy is greedy baby still dripping for me after coming twice.” “Yes,” I moaned nodding fast my head falling back a little as the head of his cock caught my clit sending sparks shooting through me. “Greedy for you only fuck me hard make me feel it.” He reached down quick grabbing another condom from his pocket because he was not done either his cock aching bad to be burie

Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that Travis and Jenna promised. The night was young, and she knew that the pleasures that lay ahead would be beyond anything she could have imagined. As Travis's lips met hers once more, Sadile felt herself being drawn into a world of sensation, a world where pleasure reigned supreme, and she was the willing participant, the eager student, ready to learn, ready to explore, ready to surrender to the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls, as the three of them moved in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm that spo

He took another step and more alright. For within two seconds, he had unbuttoned Paige’s shorts and slid his down the front to a place where Sienna could only guess... Judging by the reaction on the face of her friend, it seemed to be an enjoyable one. The fingers did their dirty work, at which point they were extracted and tasted by the man which they belonged to. “Oh so that was it,” Sienna mused. “Tasting her pussy... Mmm...”

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.

They unbound me, lifting me to stand, and formed a circle, each man taking turns kissing me, fingering me, sucking me, their hands and mouths a relentless tide. Marcus produced a final toy, a clitoral stimulator—my fantasy bending—pressing it against my cock as they all touched me—fingers in my ass, mouth, and chest, tongues on my skin—driving me to a final, earth-shattering climax, my scream muffled by their kisses. We collapsed, entwined on the mat, the retreat silent but for our ragged breaths, the Sapphire Retreat’s rapture a sacred bond etched in our flesh, the night a testament to our shared ecstasy as the stars faded into dawn.

One message: “Lavatory. 1 hour. Door unlocked.” I stared at the screen for a long moment. Then I typed back: “Make it 45 minutes.” I hit send. He didn’t reply. But when I glanced forward again, he was smiling—just a small, dangerous curve of his lips. I spent the next forty-five minutes edging myself under the blanket—slow circles on my clit, fingers dipping inside, stopping every time I got close. My pussy was swollen, aching, dripping. My thong was useless now—sodden, pushed to the side.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” I smile back. “Turn over,” he says. I flip around so his front is to my back. He pulls me close, and I feel the thickness of his morning erection press against my bottom. I wiggle slowly as he kisses my neck and trails his fingers down to my pussy. “So wet for me,” he whispers. I swirl my hips, whimpering at the sudden need that’s coursing through me. He turns away and I hear him open the condom, and in moments, bliss comes as he pushes inside. The angle is different and hits deep, causing me to cry out.