Hot Stories Novels & Stories

Why don't you just admit you have the hots for me? Devan ~”The only thing that is hot for you is my hand that is going to smack your face.” Rey ~”Hey at least there is some part of your body that is hot for me. Why don't you slap me and see if something else gets hot.” Devan ~”Your face is the only other body part that is getting hot here.” Rey ~”Oh that is what you think.” Devan ~”The only raise you getting out of me is an eyebrow.”

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *

I want to pound Carina so badly that she’ll regret leaving me behind, hanging with nothing. A list of thumbnails with sexy positions and beautiful women flood before me. By just merely seeing tits and pussies before Iget hard. I scroll the screen while as I look for the best one. I stop scanning the selection when I spot a hot blonde bombshell with a body of a p**n star masturbating on the screen. I click the window and play the flick.

“I do not have money now but I promise that I would make you feel good. And maybe you spent a lot of time with me because you love me.” “Already? I have not even seen the size of your dick.” “It might not be a nine inches like you expect but it sure would fit in that tight pussy of yours.”. “And even if it does not fit, I am always open to three homes and even four somes. The more the merrier. With that last text, she logged off with no good nights or sweet texts. I wanted to be the one saying those but we were not all that familiar. There was no one really active anymore on the site so I spent all night read sex stories and watching erotica videos to add to my knowledge and be able to have

“Fuck.” Rachel stared at her phone in the hotel room. Another lonely business trip, another boring night. The steamy romance novel she’d bought at the airport wasn’t helping the growing ache between her legs. It had been weeks since her breakup, and she was horny. She decided to head down to the hotel bar. Slipping into a cocktail dress and heels, she felt good as heads turned when she walked in. She ordered a glass of wine and soon a well-dressed man named Grant slid onto the stool beside her.

The story broke at 8:17 a.m. Alex was pouring coffee in Julian’s kitchen when his phone lit up like a slot machine. “Harrington Heir in Gay Affair with Wife’s Therapist.” The headline was everywhere—business blogs first, then the gossip sites, then the morning shows. Someone had leaked the photos. Sophia hadn’t wasted a second. Julian walked in wearing only boxers, hair still wet from the shower. He looked at the screen over Alex’s shoulder and let out a low breath. “Well. She works fast.”

I'll shower at home. It's warm down here. It's always warm when it isn't hot. Opening the door of my truck, I look at the five-story hotel and wonder how many rooms hold people cheating on their spouses or, like Kyle, asking other men to fuck their wives. I slide in, smiling, start the big Ford up and pull out. I'll bet it's more than I think.

And so damned hot. She talked about narrative structure and unreliable narrators. I barely heard her. My hand shook as I turned to page 117. When she asked if anyone had an example of a compelling line from erotic literature, I raised my hand. She raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Turner?” I stood and cleared my throat. “He wanted to taste obedience on her tongue.” The class went silent. A couple students chuckled. Someone made a low “damn” sound in the back. She didn’t laugh. She just smiled slowly.

But I saw the hunger there—the same hunger that had been building between all three of us since I came home for the summer. “God, it’s so fucking hot tonight,” Sarah sighed, fanning herself as she carried the third bottle of wine into the living room. Her robe slipped open another inch, revealing the soft underside of one heavy tit and the hard peak of her nipple. She poured more into my glass first, then Jake’s, then hers. “You two look like you’re overheating too. Especially you, Jake. Those shorts seem… tight.” I giggled, the wine making me brave. “Mom, your robe is basically falling off. Not that I’m complaining.” My voice came out huskier than I meant, but the way her eyes darkened when