One Shot Erotica Novels & Stories

The warm, soft feeling made my whole body tremble. It felt so good. That intense wave of pleasure shot through me like electricity. I gripped the edge of the bed and swallowed hard, afraid to even make a sound. Every cell in my body felt like it was on fire. I couldn't hold back anymore. I pushed Lauren down beneath me and pressed against her with all my strength. She opened herself to me. We spent the next few hours together. When we finally stopped, it was already 3:00 am. Lauren and I fell into a deep sleep.

“Just relax and experience this new game.” He smiled at her soft blush and raised his camera again. Five long hot minutes passed before he was content with what he had done and set his phone aside. “Now, my darling, I will reward your bravery and courage.” He moved to the end of the desk and bent over, his mouth covering his initials across her body as his tongue bathed the tender flesh, his fingers slipping eagerly inside her moist opening, and he grinned. “Your body is tattling on you again,” he said, playing with the moisture that pooled between her legs. “You enjoyed the erotic passion of having your photo taken, didn’t you?”

Jenna lifts herself up on her elbows, eyes dark as she takes me in. Fire erupts in my body when she raises her dress and slides it up, giving me a full view of her thick thighs and pink lace panties. She rubs her thighs together and runs a red fingernail along one side, stopping just over her pussy. “Are you just gonna watch, Eros?” The spell breaks, and something primal, animalistic bellows in my chest. I have this one shot with Jenna. One shot to make her as obsessed with me as I am with her. I’m gonna make her come so hard she’ll come back for more. And more. And more.

Water roared on, hot, hard spray from the rainfall showerhead, and steam billowed instantly. Eric spun me to face him, his eyes wrapped with something feral. “Strip,” he ordered, his voice low and shredded. “Now.” My hands shook as I yanked my shirt over my head. My bra followed next, the clasps snapping free. Next was my leggings and panties, they shoved down together, and kicked off in a wet heap. I was Naked. Exposed. Already dripping down the insides of my thighs. He didn’t undress slowly. He tore his T-shirt off, the fabric ripping at the seam. His jeans shoved down just enough to free his cock, it was rock hard, angry-red, throbbing, and dripping with pre cum.

she whispered. That one word... it undid something in me. I let my fingers explore more, pulsing in and out of her wet pussy— all while watching her face. Her lashes fluttered, her breath caught, and she squirmed just slightly in her seat. "Keep your legs open for me," I murmured and she parted it wider, hand gripping the door handle. "That's it." She whimpered again — that quiet, breathy sound that was making me go crazy. My cock hardened inside my pants and the need to fuck her hole in car grew but I knew I had to hold myself back. Layla might be back any moment.

Watching her perfect small mouth make the perfect O shape as I fuck her with my finger. As if possessed by something feral and animalistic, Amelia started to claw at the belt of my shorts as I fingered her impossibly tight pussy, yanking at the buckle and then pulling at my zipper. I groaned as she reached inside, and smirk as she gasped, her small fingers brushed against my thick, throbbing hot cock. Gently, she started to push my shorts down over my hips, and she gasped again as she pulled my entire cock right out.

he whispered, leaning in and taking a deep whiff of my scent. “I can smell how wet you are. Practically dripping. Begging to be fucked.” He bit my ear. “I thought you said it was only going to be one night?” I asked, my voice already shaky. “Well, I changed my mind. I couldn’t get enough of that creamy pussy.” He leaned in closer. “Won’t you let me have another taste?” “Yes,” I breathed out. He got down on his knees and lifted my shirt, exposing me completely. “No panties again. You really do want my dick,” he said, voice low.

My moans turning into high-pitched wails of pure, unadulterated need. He dragged me by my ankles until I was almost at the edge of the bed in a lying position. He took my shoes off slowly and painfully, his eyes locked on mine and then flipped me onto my back. He shoved my legs wide apart, pinning them back until my pussy was on full display, glistening and swollen under the LED lights. Kael stood there, stroking his thick, pulsing length as he stared at the carnage he’d created. He let out a string of curses, his breath coming in ragged, vocal gasps.

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

“You mean even in the—“ “Yes! Any! There aren’t any points for being prudish, so do what you wish. The shadow lasts for roughly forty-five seconds. Get ready! It’s coming!” The men and women instantly paired off. Nerves were racing and the whiskey flowing. It would be a wonder for most to succeed... “No! No touching yet!” the host screamed. “Wait for it... wait for it... and... go! Get it hard and get it in! Forty seconds!” Sienna hurriedly bent over in front of her man. She expected his hard cock to penetrate her with a sense of urgency and horniness. Instead... what she actually felt was a limp noodle brushing haphazardly against her wet pussy lips.