Lewd Shorts Novels & Stories

The idea of being exposed, of anyone looking up and seeing them tangled together under the stars, sent a rush of adrenaline through her veins. Cade lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed her against the wall. The city lights glowed around them, a silent audience to their recklessness. She buried her face against his neck, trying to stifle her sounds, but he only laughed softly, teasing her for being shy when she had already let him in so far. He hurriedly pulled his dick out of his shorts, caressed it on her opening as he slid in gently, feeling the warmth and drool from her pussy.

Either way, I was determined to leave our encounter with more than one kind of satisfaction. I had chosen a set of cute and sexy silk pyjamas with shorts that clung to my body in all the right places. The top had delicate lace detailing that adorned the neckline, adding a nice touch to the outfit. The silk shorts were a rich shade of crimson, making my legs look longer and more enticing. My matching red thong provided a tantalizing peek beneath the silk shorts, a sight I hoped Landon would appreciate. The thong was snug and well-fitted, enhancing the curve of my hips and showing my slender waist.

Club Slut Awakening I stepped into the throbbing chaos of Pulse, the hottest underground club near Westbridge University. The bass from the industrial techno track vibrated through my chest, making me already sensitive nipples harden against the thin fabric of my tiny black crop top. After the mind-blowing afternoon with Jake in my dorm, my body still hummed with leftover heat. My pussy felt tender and slick, a constant reminder of the multiple loads he’d pumped into me. And I barely cleaned up before slipping into the shortest pleated skirt I owned, with no panties on and heading out alone, craving more.

That man was going to ruin me—and I didn't even want to stop him. I felt him before I saw him. His presence thickened the air. Then his hand was on my waist. And the next second. Thud. He slammed me against the wall. "Couldn't wait, could you?" he growled against my ear, yanking my shorts and panties down in one rough motion. I gasped, but it wasn't from fear. It was need. "I was going to behave," I panted, bracing my hands on the wall. "No, you weren't." His c*ck pressed hard between my legs, thick and hot. "You walked in wearing my shirt last night. You sat at the table moaning on my fingers like a slut. Don't pretend you don't want this."

I was only wearing a large t-shirt and boy shorts, so they had immediate access to my body. Luan’s hand slipped into my shorts, and my legs instinctively spread as he began to finger my center. He inserted his finger into my slit and circled it around my hardening clitoris. My nipples were getting hard too, and I was ready to be fucked again. Before I could reach climax, Luan stopped and pulled down my shorts. I looked back at him, and he was already kneeling there. He completely removed my shorts, and I cried out when I felt his tongue probing my pussy.

My vision was foggy from the unstoppable, orgasmic attack. Leopold stood by the bed. He was so tall and intimidating. “Still want this?” His hand cupped his cock, which was hiding under the white shorts he was wearing. “Yes, I do.” I nodded, along with my labored breathing. “You're impatient.” Leopold grinned. Without taking his eyes off me, he took off all the clothing on his body.

she asked as she floated in front of me. “Because I can still have fun too, even if I’m just doing boring ole’ fishing.” “Then come in the water!” “I didn’t bring my swim trunks.” I tugged on my khakis. “This shit doesn’t dry fast you know.” “You’re wearing underpants, aren’t you?” “Actually, I have a better idea.” I pulled both my shorts and my underpants off and stood up so my girlfriend could get a full view. “Oh my god!”

Still wary, but no more on the verge of self-discrimination. Lothaire walked to the clothes she just laid there, raised the shorts up, and tore them in one go. "Hey!!! Those were mine," Willow turned towards him and shouted, her grief forgotten for the moment. "Not anymore. I hate when others watch your perky little ass hanging out of it," Lothaire said with satisfaction ringing from his voice as he got busy tearing those ridiculous shorts to bits. His eyes concentrate on the job at hand. "Too bad you have no say in what I wear. Dollop your opinion to someone who cares," Willow faced him, her legs wide, her hands on her hips.

Things had to be done in the proper order. “Take off your clothes,” he commanded. Already excited by the anticipation of what was to come, he watched as Sheila danced a quick striptease, rolling her shoulders and hips provocatively as she squirmed out of her top and then her skirt, flinging each of the garments aside with a flick of her wrist. Her breasts sagged a bit and a small roll of fat circled her stomach, but all in all, Weber thought she had a pretty good body for a street whore. And her bush, shaved into a narrow “happy trail,” proved she was a natural redhead.

I’ll show him, two can play that game. “I want you to look.” I said, with a low flirty voice. He snapped his gaze up to me, surprised by what I said. Haha, take that! I thought. Don’t say you will if you don’t plan to back it up, Gabe. I gave him a seductive glare and turned around with my back facing him. I unbuttoned my shorts and slowly started to shimmy them down my hips. I was careful not to bring my underwear down with them. I heard Gabriel suck in a quick breath. I smiled to myself. Good I’m getting to him. I turned my head to look back at him. I bit my lip and gave him a provocative smile. He was frozen in his spot. I don’t think he was even breathing. Once my shorts were on the grou