Little Erotica Novels & Stories

tweeted Renata Limidius, now standing beside Erito Ricky, to coax that perfect, charming, sexy and sturdy young man to go back to the bed together with her. Erito was still quiet. He was now staring at Renata Limidius in front of him with his eyes burnt with his flame of lust. Anger, desire, lust – but no love and affection – had mixed and attached one another in Erito’s eyes and the quagmire of his feeling and perception. “Okay… You said you’ll serve my game whatever it is, didn’t you?” asked Erito smiling mysteriously and meaningfully. “Yeah… Last night, I’d served whatever your game was, Erito Darling…” tweeted Renata Limidius sensually, playing her fingers actively on Erito’s sexy, perfe

Elena The police sirens screamed closer as the board members surrounded me like predators. I knelt in the center of the study, completely naked, my voluptuous body already a sticky mess. Thick layers of cum coated my heavy tits, dripped from my swollen, gaping pussy and ass, and ran in creamy rivers down my thick thighs onto the floor. My clit throbbed visibly, red and desperate. My nipples stood painfully hard, begging for rough hands. Adrian gripped my chin, forcing my eyes up. “One last full dose before they break in. Spread those legs wide, patient. Show them how wet your stepbrother made you.”

A gentle percussion that matched the slow thud of my heart. Elena was the first to move. She slid down my body, her dark hair trailing across my stomach like cool silk. She kissed the hollow of my hip. Then lower. Her tongue traced the crease where thigh met groin. She licked the cum and her own wetness from my skin. Slow. Careful. Worshipful. Sophia joined her on my right side. Her full breasts pressed against my ribs as she bent to lick the streak of paint and semen from my chest. Lila took the left. Her small tongue circled my nipple, then sucked it gently into her mouth. Tara knelt between my spread legs. Her tongue lapped at my balls, cleaning them with long, deliberate strokes. Mei set

She was a vision of pure beauty and even her large erection seemed somehow sexy and feminine, but don't ask me why. I cradled her balls with my left hand, earning me a deep throated moan of pleasure as I rolled her testes and gently tugged at her scrotum. The skin felt buttery soft and smelled of peaches. Shelly must have used some sort of body lotion, but I couldn't taste it on her cock. Spit and precum filled my mouth and I swallowed eagerly, hunching my hips to fuck the sofa with my own dripping penis. I ached with urgency and I wanted to cum. I needed to cum as a nearly painful lust for release pushed every other thought from my mind.

On the laptop Christian was still pounding Anastasia into the mattress, her cries matching the wet squelch of my own fingers A sharp ping cut through the moment. I groaned in frustration, pulling my soaked fingers free and grabbing my phone. Zane’s name lit up the screen. I tapped the message and a photo filled it...his hard cock, flushed and veined, the pink head glistening with a fat bead of precum that trailed down the shaft. My pussy clenched hard at the sight. Below the image his text read: “He misses his hot, sexy girl" I typed back with one hand while the other slipped back into my panties, two fingers pushing straight into my soaked pussy.

Her moans turned into short, broken whimpers now, “uh… uh… yes… like that…” He kept the pace brutal, the glass fogging from their heat. Her free hand braced against it, leaving wet prints. He finally pulled out, turned her, and bent her over the toilet tank. One hard shove and he was buried again, pounding her from behind while she gripped the edges. “Tell me what you are…” “Your overtime slut… your dirty little hole… use me…” He reached under, pinched her clit hard, and she broke. A loud, shaky “fuck...I’m cumming...” ripped out of her as her pussy clenched and fluttered around him, juices running down her thighs.

"Your pretty pussy is so clean. So untouched." He used his large, scarred fingers to hook into her labia, spreading the pink, pussy jaws wide. He stared at her tiny, puckered hole, the virgin gateway that had never known a man's intrusion. It was a pale, dusty rose color, glistening with a clear, honeyed nectar that smelled of rain-washed lilies and the sharp, musky tang of a woman in heat. "You smell too fucking good, Ruthie," he groans, his nose inches from her clit. "I can taste it."

In the next series, it will be an explosive and infuriatingly hardcore Gay short erotica stories compilation where filthy boys and dangerously hungry men chasing the very thing they shouldn’t crave. They just want to be ruined, reshaped and overly pleased because their bodies bleed and burn with an obsession that runs deeper for any cure, except one. High voltage desires to have their tight cracks shed apart, rimmed with sizes they never imagined exist and their girths straining, covered with slick. You’ll be left glancing through the pages in the most hidden corner of the world where no one would see you squirming. If you will be reading with a partner, fair warning: you’ll either test thei

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

Not yet. Over the next few days, the teasing escalated. Lila made sure to “accidentally” leave her door ajar while changing, giving him peeks of her stripping down—slowly peeling off leggings to reveal lacy thongs, or unhooking bras to let her breasts bounce free. One afternoon, while Sophia napped, Lila sunbathed by the pool in a bikini that was more string than fabric. The top barely contained her, nipples visible through the wet material after a dip. Ethan watched from the window, hand pressing against his growing erection, fantasizing about ripping it off and taking her right there on the lounger—rough, urgent, her legs over his shoulders as he pounded into her. She caught him staring, w