Romans & histoires Sexy Stories Short

My body was exhausted, yet it responded to Russell with the same treacherous eagerness it had shown the others. “I’m going to come again,” I whimpered, tears of overwhelming sensation pricking my eyes. “Come on your husband’s cock, Sadie. Show me how much you love being my shared little slut.” The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave — harder than the one downstairs, drawn out by Russell’s expert rhythm. I clenched around him, sobbing his name as pleasure ripped through every nerve. Russell followed soon after, burying himself to the hilt and flooding me with his own hot release, adding to the creamy mess already inside me. He stayed there for long moments, pulsing, marking me as his once more.

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

“Thanks. I wasn’t going for sexy, but… I guess that’s not a bad side effect.” She continued scrolling through the photos, pausing now and then to compliment a pose or ask how I pulled off a certain angle. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she looked up. “Okay, but seriously. How is Lucas not attracted to you? Like, what the hell? If I looked like you, I’d be crawling across his desk in lingerie.” I snorted. “Jesus, Anna.” “I’m serious! You’re hot, and he’s hot. It’s practically fate. You’ve got the sexual tension of a whole N*****x series just waiting to explode.”

Natasha's POV "Fuck yes!" I screamed as Richard slammed into my pussy. "Do you like that?" He asked. "Yes, I like it very much." I screamed again as he slammed into me. He grabbed my legs and brought them to either side of my neck, holding them there as he continued pounding inside my pussy. His study couch creaked beneath us at his thrusts. My hands found his back, gripping it for support as I continued moaning. "Holy fucking shit!" I screamed as he grazed my G-spot, almost sending my orgasm ripping away from me.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. “Let me go.” “Wellsy, for fuck’s sake, can you just be a little bit patient?” I stopped. “There's nothing you can say to make me feel better about this.” “Fine. See it as a threesome, that's something everyone has undeniably wanted to try out.” “Not as a normal thing, Adrian. You're telling me that every time you like a girl, you…” “No!” He cut me off like he knew what I was about to say. “It's just the sex.”

WARNING : This is a collection of short erotic stories. It is extremely explicit, raw and unfiltered. Not suitable for readers under 18. Step into a world where every shade of temptation comes alive. Where obsession feels like love, and ruin feels like pleasure. Every tale drags you into a secret desire, a toxic attraction. Where heroines love being ravaged, and still beg for more. Stepdads who claim what they desire while mom is away or sleeping. Dominant piano tutor who turns practice into breathless, handcuffed restraint, and a junior brother who blackmailed their sisters into a threesome.

The second the door closed, the tension snapped. Scott grabbed me by the waist and pushed me against the wall. His mouth crashed down on mine — hungry, demanding, nothing like my husband’s gentle kisses. His tongue invaded my mouth as one big hand slid under my dress and cupped my bare pussy. “Fuck, Maya,” he growled against my lips. “You’re not wearing panties. You came here dripping for me again, didn’t you?” I moaned shamelessly as two thick fingers pushed inside my soaked cunt. He finger-fucked me right there against the wall, curling them perfectly while his thumb rubbed my swollen clit.

As she came down, her eyes locked on mine, full of lust. 'I need more,' she said, voice raw. Before I could respond, she swung a leg over, straddling my lap. Her wet pussy pressed directly against my shorts, right over my rock-hard cock. I groaned at the contact, hands grabbing her ass—firm, round cheeks filling my palms. She started grinding, slow circles at first, her clit sliding along the fabric-covered bulge. 'Feel how hard you make me?' I muttered, thrusting up instinctively. The friction was intense, her wetness seeping through my shorts. Anna leaned forward, kissing me fiercely, breasts pressing against my chest. She ground harder, faster, moaning into my mouth. My cock throbbed, pre

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

I’ve read a lot of things in my ten years of teaching. Late-night essays, drunken rants passed off as “creative expression,” confessions disguised as poetry. But none of them ever made my cock hard. Until hers. Until Mira Callahan handed in her extra credit assignment. It was a short story, printed neatly in 12-point Times New Roman, double-spaced like I asked. But the first sentence hit like a punch to the gut: “He wasn’t supposed to touch her, but he wanted to. And when she leaned back on his desk and spread her legs, he forgot what ‘supposed to’ meant.”