Romantic Short Stories Online Novels & Stories

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

I had never heard him speak in such a manner. "What? You're not man enough?" she teased even more. "We broke up two years ago, Evelyn. I have a wife now.". "I bet her tits aren't as nice as this," Evelyn interjected, rubbing her nipples, teasing Frank even more, tracing lines over her thighs. "I could really use some strong hands right now. I need to be punished.like the fucking slut that I am.". She said, Fuck, Evelyn was sexy. I'd never been turned on by another woman before, but this was different.

he whispered, his lips brushing her forehead, “was merely the first page of our story.” Their story ended there, with Cora wrapped in the arms of a demon, her body sated, her soul promised, and her future a terrifying, exhilarating blaze of unknown passion. She had gotten everything she had ever fantasized about, and she had never been more perfectly, completely damned.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

They're about exploring the depths of emotion, the complexities of desires, and the power of attraction. In each tale, you'll find characters who struggle with their desires, wrestle with their fears, and ultimately surrender to the irresistible pull of love and passion. It's my hope that as you read, you'll not only be swept away by the steamy scenes but also find moments of reflection and connection. So, dear reader, I invite you to immerse yourself fully in these stories. Let yourself be carried away by the romance, the passion, and the longing. And remember, beneath the fiery heat of desire, there beats a heart that craves love, understanding, and connection.

The handwriting was neat but feminine with looping letters that spoke of care. Her throat tightened as she began to read. “To my dearest little Esme, If you’re reading this, it means a rainy day has found its way into your heart. I’m sorry I can’t be there to hold you through it, to make you hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and tell you silly stories until you laugh.

I lived for the idea of them. The thought of being pinned beneath an immortal body, feeling those icy fingers slide over my heated skin, the sudden sharp sting of fangs sinking deep into my neck, followed by that forbidden rush of pleasure so intense it bordered on agony… it haunted my dreams and ruined every ordinary man who ever tried to touch me. My friends had long since given up. Every time I brought up another dark romance, another obscure vampire lore theory, another fantasy where the heroine begged to be drained while she came undone, they would groan and roll their eyes.

Instead, I found myself whispering: “…For how long?” Alexander’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. “Six months. You’ll be mine, completely, for six months. After that, your debt is cleared and you’re free to go.” He pushed off the desk and walked toward me again, stopping so close I could smell his expensive cologne — dark, woody, and dangerously masculine. He leaned down, bringing his lips close to my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “But I should warn you, little girl…” he whispered, his voice dropping into something sinful.

Cora’s POV. It's been just three hours since my parents left the house and I was already spiraling with different thoughts. Ace was seated on a couch across from me, his eyes focused on his laptop while I struggled to focus on the book I was reading. Not to mention the fact that it was an erotic book. One that was specifically a forbidden romance, just like my predicament. Ace raised his head, and I quickly dropped my gaze to the book in my hand, adjusting my reading glasses.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3