Lewd Shorts Novels & Stories

It was thick, veiny, angry red, easily nine and a half inches. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath. It slapped against his abs before settling heavy and hard between his thighs. I stared at it. Couldn’t help it as I watched a bead of precum pearled at the slit. Ryan laughed low. “Dad doesn’t believe in underwear. Guess you know that now.” Third hand Ryan lost. He stood, dropped his shorts, and his dick was just as obscene, it was long, curved slightly up, flushed dark. Two fat cocks bobbing in the low light while I sat there in nothing but tiny shorts, soaked through.

I know he’s looking. He smiles “Look at you. Already panting and I haven’t even touched your pussy yet.” His other hand slides down my side, his fingers began slipping under my shorts. He grabs my ass and pulls me against him. His cock is rock-hard now, I can feel it twitch, leaking pre-cum that soaks through his sweatpants in a dark little spot. I moan and can’t help it. The sound is so embarrassing and slutty and I don’t even care.

Lorrianna I am terrifyingly aware in that moment that my ass is level with his face. I am wearing jogging shorts that barely cover my bubble butt with no underwear. Their sense of smell is insanely accurate, and I attempt to ignore the damp feeling pooling in my shorts as he carries me through the woods. I decided that manifesting my out-of-control lust in the form of a tantrum/violent rage would be more appropriate. I started by hitting him about his perfectly sculpted, tattooed back before deciding to switch tactics and grab for the back of his shorts. I am not above giving this beast the worst wedgie he has ever experienced when I pause. The realization that he too is not wearing anything

Putting on her sweetest smile, even when the sexual frustration ate at her, Wrenda walked over and stood beside him. She looked down and realized what he had clearly forgotten about. The front of his shorts was sodden and wet with his own juices. Clearly, he had been as excited as she had been and although he had managed to move his rigid prick so it pointed up inside his shirt the dark stain was too obvious for anyone to miss.

I yelped, then pushed back into his hand, whimpering like an animal. “You’ve been teasing me for years,” he growled, spanking me again, then again. “Walking around this apartment in those tiny sleep shorts that barely cover your ass. Bending over to pick things up just to make my dick twitch. Calling me Mr. Cole like it was innocent while you soaked your panties every single time.” Another hard spank. My ass was burning deliciously now. I knew it would be red and marked tomorrow.

I look… sexy. The clothes I wore matched the vibe I was going for. I'd gotten these black leather shorts on a visit to the mall with Debra a week ago. She had sworn that it was the perfect fit for the pink crop top and flovel punk black leather waist chains I got because of how sexy it looked on the mannequin, and it did. Paired off with a black boot with a higher heel than my other shoes, I looked like a whore. Yeah, a freaking one, literally begging for it.

I could feel how puffy and used I looked—lips swollen, clit peeking out, everything shiny with my own cum and his spit. Jax rose up on his knees between my legs. His compression shorts were tented obscenely—his cock straining so hard the fabric looked painful. The outline was thick, long, the head flared wide and dark against the material, a wet spot spreading where he was leaking. I stared, mouth watering, thighs trembling at the sight of how big he was. How hard. For me. He caught me looking and smirked, palming himself once through the shorts. The move made the head shift, stretching the fabric even tighter. I swallowed hard.

Especially Jake and Tyler. They were the closest to my brother. They were also the ones who gave me wet dreams. I noticed the way their gazes lingered on my legs whenever I wore shorts, the way they intentionally brushed past me whenever we passed each other in the kitchen. The tension was electric and I didn't know what to do with all that without seeming desperate. So like the normal person I was, I found solace in watching p**n. It was my guilty pleasure that no one knew about. And I didn't intend to let anyone know that I got myself off by watching other people getting fucked.

Curves in all the right places, a natural artistry that makes my mind feel like it’s about to split into two, one half screaming in alarm, the other half roaring in pure, unadulterated desire. The sun, a benevolent spotlight, catches her, illuminating the delicate planes of her face, the rich, warm tone of her caramel skin. She glows. Truly, madly, deeply glows. She’s the most exquisite, beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. And then there is that ass. That utterly perfect, beautiful curve, a testament to some divine sculptor. She's wearing denim shorts. Or should I say, *bum shorts*, as some ladies call them. They are practically so short that the fabric barely skims the apex of her

I’d have to ask him for shorts, basketball shorts preferably. I put the towel around my shoulders and let my hair rest on it to prevent from getting the shirt wet. I bit my lower lip nervously and grabbed the briefs as I headed for the door. I pushed it open and walked out. Levi had chosen a movie and there was a table full of snacks. I couldn’t help but smile. He turned toward me and froze. His eyes darkened as he stared at me. His eyes trailed down the length of the shirt. I folded my hands in front of my chest as his eyes lowered to my legs. I walked towards him and stopped behind the sectional. I handed him the briefs and his eyes lowered to them. I didn’t think it was possible but his b