Novel & Cerita Las Vegas Stories

“When Leo brought me here, I was terrified.” She glanced over, watching Blaze remain uninterested, eyes glued to the road. She takes the silence as a sign to go on- if he didn’t want her to talk, he would have to tell her that himself. He would have to talk. “Vegas is famous for it’s party scene- drunken weddings, gambling, sex and drugs... I knew I wouldn’t fit in.” She can see the way his brow twitched, wanting to raise. It prompts her to continue her rambling.

A flicker of delight crossed Katie's eyes before she quickly put back on her usual innocent look. "Emily, please don't leave. Ryan and I are really just coworkers. I honestly had nowhere else to go last night and no clean clothes to change into. He only took me in because he felt sorry for me." I didn't want to waste my breath on her. But the act was just too much. I couldn't help myself. "Nowhere to go? No clean clothes? So every single hotel and store in this city just shut down overnight? Is that it? You had no choice but to come to someone else's husband's house and spend the night in his shirt?"

"I bet your little clubhouse smells like cheap beer and failure." A few of the other bikers chuckled from inside the doorway. José stepped closer, towering over me. "You always this charming, or is it just for the brown guy in charge?" I rolled my eyes. "Please. My parents are arranging my marriage to some rich white guy with actual money and manners. I don't need to waste time with... whatever this is." I gestured at his vest, his tattoos, his skin. "You and your little crew can go back to whatever ghetto bar you crawled out of."

Emily “Come on guys. Live a little!” Jesse shouts excitedly as we make our way to the casino. “So, this is the famous Las Vegas?” I ask, somehow not as excited as I thought I would be. Maybe spending all my savings for this trip was part of it. “Are you kidding me?” Stela questions in disbelief. “This is life, Babe. Look at that, its Mark from the Beast!” I let out a sigh and try to loosen up. I might as well enjoy this adventure, I paid for it after all.

Clara was on her back, knees bent, two fingers plunging into her ass while her thumb circled her clit, her face flushed and eyes half-closed in bliss. We'd been at it for what felt like hours, the air thick with the scent of our arousal—musky and sweet, like forbidden fruit rotting in the heat. The convent was supposed to be a place of piety, but us three? We were the black sheep, the notorious sisters who whispered about sins of the flesh during vespers and snuck away to indulge. Father Elias, the new priest they'd shipped in from some remote village, had no idea what he was walking into. Virgin as they came, or so the rumors went. Never touched a woman, probably jerked off to statues of sa

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

We promised to meet online the next evening (his wife worked 12-hour shifts at the local hospital in the evenings from 7:00 pm, so he had all the time in the world to chat). As soon as I could, I rushed home from work, grabbed a snack, and went online to read his stories. He had 17 posted stories about man-to-man sex, and I found myself so aroused I jacked off three times as I read them. At 7:30, a message popped up on my screen: “lovingman” is calling.

"Alright, then. Let's go to the nightclub's grand opening," Lara closed her notebook. "I will swing by home and change before." Why would anyone be in Las Vegas if not to indulge in the best the sin city had to offer? What the books recounted, what the movies showed, what people saw... none of it represented Vegas as well as the Casinos, the nightclubs, and the dirty money. The city of sin, indeed, was not for amateurs. A few hours later, the women were leaving Lara's house and heading to the club. They entered, bouncing with excitement. Lara probably hadn't been to a party to dance and drink since she was 14 and running away from her father.

She pouted. "Mami, I don't care. All I know is I want you to pack our bags before I return." He snapped. "Someone is on his period" She whispered waving hand at the friendly receptionist. After packing the bags up, she opened the curtains. Looking at the busy street, she will miss taking tea while hussain is hugging her behind. She sighed softly, this is not how she wanted her vacation to end. She wanted to leave a memory behind and now all the memory she will leave behind, is that of her husband fighting his brother.

"I know what we're doing today!" After that declaration, White dragged me out and we went to the places he and his friends would go to most of the time. We didn't really go inside. He just showed me around them, and then promised me that he'd take me to them one by one on other days, but for now, our focus was karaoke. He took me to this building that had karaoke rooms we can rent for a specified amount of time. Since White had a coupon, we could go for 2 hours, but were we really gonna sing for that long?