Sexy Stories Short Novels & Stories

Her husband ran out just as her pursuer pulled up,jumped from his car and yelled:'Lady,there's A MAN WITH A KNIFE HIDING IN YOUR BACKSEAT! 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!

she whispered. I watched her fingers move under the fabric. My breathing got heavy. "Take your shorts off. Let me see." She pulled her shorts down. Her pussy was shaved and already glistening. She spread her legs and kept rubbing. "Do you like watching your niece play with herself?" "Yes," I said. I reached over and touched her thigh. "You are so fucking sexy." "Touch me," Princess begged. "Please." I slid two fingers into her pussy right away. She was soaking wet. I pumped them in and out fast. Princess moaned and grabbed my arm. "Uncle Matt... your fingers feel so good."

Maxwell followed suit, spilling his seed all over my lips and face. I collapsed onto the bed, sweaty, messy, wrecked, and dripping with cum. All my muscles and nerves felt sore, my pussy throbbing, my legs couldn't stop trembling with aftershocks. I had no idea, sex felt this good, shouldn't have waited till now. Just when I thought it was over, the brothers switched positions. Ethan slammed his lips against mine, hands fiddling with my breast while whispering into my ear, “This is just the beginning.”

Anna's POV I was lying on my bed, heart pounding, pussy already wet. I had been chatting with him for weeks. My sexy online buddy. The one who made me feel like a dirty little slut even though I was still a virgin. I wanted this so bad. I wanted to finally feel what real sex was like.

What our story is, from what I myself have just said, I already have the answer, but I wanted to hear from his lips, to know what he thought our story was. "I'm the one asking you that question, Ethan!"--- I take my cup.--- "What our story is to you." "An erotic, almost sexual poem."--- He begins to answer.--- "It is short like a poem, where most of what it tells you is about that, sex. But not just any sex, one that you forget after a few minutes. One that is remarkable, with orgasms so powerful they take you to the moon with such. They are remarkable moments despite everything, despite the short time you have together. You will know that it will soon be over, but you will remember every mo

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

💦Fifteen Minutes of Sin 💦 Siren read the text again and let out a low, throaty laugh that sent a shiver straight down my spine. She was still straddling me, her leather corset pushed down, breasts exposed, and my cum slowly leaking from her well-fucked pussy onto my cock. “Fifteen minutes,” she purred, grinding slowly against me. “That’s plenty of time for a proper lesson, don’t you think?” “Siren… Mistress,” I breathed, already getting hard again despite having just cum. “My roommate will be here any second. We can’t…”

She would worry about Jessica’s fury later if she were to find out. Their breathing became heavier as they approached climax, and the sounds of flesh slapping, punctuated by moans and groans, echoed in the tiny room. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, turning her on even more. Fireworks exploded in her as she hit her climax, her body shaking and her walls gripping him tight as she came. With one final thrust, his legs shook as he spilled his seed inside her, her inner walls convulsing as she milked him dry.

he growls, now pulling the seam of my shorts back and forth. “Ah, fuck yes. Don't stop that,” I breathed helplessly, loving the way my insides burned with need. Ace kept at his current movement, not relenting with the push and pull of my seam. My breathing fastened and my eyes closed as I focused on the way my shorts rubbed against my slits. “Ah–ah, please please, I'm–” Before the words could escape my lips, Ace released his grip on my seam, spanking me right after. My core clenched and unclenched as the wave of disappointment crashed over my body.

She pushed denim and black briefs down just enough to free Sage’s hand. Sage was soaked—fingers came away glistening when she reached between her own thighs for a second. “Turn around,” Sage ordered. Mara obeyed—braced both hands on the wall, ass pushed back. Sage yanked Mara’s leggings and boyshorts to her knees again, spread her with one hand, and thrust two fingers back inside without warning. Mara’s head dropped forward, forehead against cool tile. Sage fucked her hard—fast, deep, curling on every stroke—while her other hand reached around to rub tight circles over Mara’s still-sensitive clit.