Novel & Cerita Raunchy Short Stories

Short terrifying stories that leave you insomnolent . . . definitely a must read to while away time and get sleepless with fear, hahaha. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy! While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels.

He hovered above me, his eyes glowing gold with lust. Thunder erupted outside, clashing with the storm of lust brewing in those eyes. I tried to sit up, to slide back, but it made me rub my legs instead as he was so close. Rubbing my legs made my cum drip out of my cunt. I took my head backwards, moaning softly as I bit my lips shamelessly.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

I don’t know how I'm going to make it home before I blow my load, or even worse, before someone notices my hard-on! I decide to make a quick pit stop at the town library and use the combination of their public toilets and the free Wi-Fi to relieve myself. I quickly lock the only cubicle in the men’s bathroom and sit down, I put my earphones in and immediately go to my phone's videos where I store a large amount of p**n. I quickly click play on one of my favourite screaming videos and start to jerk my 8” cock. I’m already ready to blow my load and the screaming and hot ladies aren’t helping. Suddenly I imagine Mrs Sinclar jerking me and it’s all too much as I shoot stream after stream of cum

~Clara My name is Clara. I’m twenty-six. You can judge me for a lot of things, but never for being a damn slut. That part? I own it. I went to school, I studied hard, I even bagged a second-class upper. And what did that degree get me? Endless applications, interviews that went nowhere, and a pile of rejection letters that could wallpaper my apartment. Surviving meant compromise, and compromise led me here, spreading my legs for men who could pay enough to keep me breathing.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit erotic content, including BDSM elements (bondage, gagging, blindfolding), rough sex, oral sex, facials, and power imbalance dynamics. While consent is present, it explores themes of submission and vulnerability. Have fun lovliessss. CHAPTER ONE “What is it, Ronan? C’mon, you can tell me.”

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.

The man I’d been obsessively writing filthy stories about for months — stories where he used me, bred me, ruined me while his wife waited at home none the wiser. I quickly closed my laptop, wiped my slick fingers on my thigh, and pulled on a tiny white tank top (no bra, nipples already stiff and obvious) and the shortest sleep shorts I owned. No panties. My shaved pussy was puffy and glistening, lips swollen from how long I’d been teasing myself.

I stared at the latest comment on my newest chapter. "This sex scene is pathetic." "Do you even know what good fucking feels like?" "This reads like a bad porno from 2005." "Delete your account." "Stop letting virgins write sex scenes." "Don't you get tired of giving us bad sex scenes, Author?" "I bet no one's ever fucked you right, so you decided to punish us all with this."

I was out of the building in under four minutes. The underground club was exactly what I needed. It was dark, loud, full of people who didn’t know my last name or my new babysitter. I danced, drank something sweet and strong, and flirted with a guy who had tattoos crawling up his neck. For once, no massive shadow was watching my every move. I was finally having fun and Jax wasn’t here to stop me. That was until the room started tilting. One minute I was laughing, the guy’s hand on my waist. The next, my limbs felt heavy, my thoughts fuzzy and slow.