Sexy Stories Short Novels & Stories

Lily: "James, I have to tell you something. I can't keep it a secret anymore." James: "What's wrong, Lily? You're scaring me." Lily: "I know we agreed to keep our feelings hidden, but I can't do it anymore. I have feelings for you, James. Strong feelings." James: "Lily, I've been feeling the same way. I just didn't want to complicate things with Sarah." Lily: "I know, and that's why we have to keep this a secret. But I can't keep pretending that nothing has changed between us."

I would paint a hundred more stars in the sky if it meant he nevers burn out. We some how found each other and fit together with a ust neither of us had experienced before. People say opposites attract, but I knew it couldn't last long. Fire and ice could never last forever. Soon enough he burned out and I melted. It was bound to happen. BUt here we are again, like we were sent back a few months in time. And once again fire and ice will coexist with as much star crossed passion as before, if only a few breathtaking moments.

In the next series, it will be an explosive and infuriatingly hardcore Gay short erotica stories compilation where filthy boys and dangerously hungry men chasing the very thing they shouldn’t crave. They just want to be ruined, reshaped and overly pleased because their bodies bleed and burn with an obsession that runs deeper for any cure, except one. High voltage desires to have their tight cracks shed apart, rimmed with sizes they never imagined exist and their girths straining, covered with slick. You’ll be left glancing through the pages in the most hidden corner of the world where no one would see you squirming. If you will be reading with a partner, fair warning: you’ll either test thei

Erik asked. “Yes,” I answered breathlessly. “Just so full. It feels good. I’ve never felt it like this before.” Then Shorter started moving pulling out slowly. I could feel every inch. He plunged back in which caused me to move on Erik. Their cocks seesawed inside me, rubbing everywhere. It was intense, and I cried out as I came. They kept pumping into me. It was almost like an odd ballet. I was riding Erik while Sebastian was riding me. They were both groaning, and I was whining as I felt tremors race up my spine. I was going to gladly again even harder.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

In my fantasy, Steven growled against my ear, voice low: “You’ve been teasing me for years, baby girl. Parading around in these shorts, bending over where I can see that pretty pussy. This tight cunt is mine now.” I whimpered, pushing the tip of my finger into my ass while the other hand drove deeper into my pussy. The fullness was overwhelming. My thighs trembled, sweat slicked my back, and the T- shirt bunched up my breasts. I could feel my nipples hard and aching, rubbing against the sheets with every movement. I flipped onto my back again, spreading my legs wide, knees almost to my shoulders. The position left me completely exposed and vulnerable, just like I wanted to be for him.

Lexi They kept fucking me like that for what felt like forever—long, deep strokes that kept me teetering right on the edge without letting me fall. My whole body was shaking, sweat slicking my skin, my pussy making the wettest, most obscene sounds every time they bottomed out. I could feel their cocks throbbing inside me, both of them fighting their own orgasms, veins pulsing against my walls. “Please… please…” I was crying now, actual tears of overwhelming pleasure and frustration. “I can’t hold it… I’m gonna cum… I’m so close… Zach, Julian, please let me cum…”

The stage is filled with half naked girls dancing around the polls just to satisfy men. Some had such glimmers on their face that could make men bow on their feet. It was a brothel. A woman and a man sat by the corner chatting and drinking. They seem to be serious with their talks. "So, here is the payment," the man the suitcase to the woman with a smirk on his dirty face. He has that kind of old and ugly face that made every women who sees him almost puke. This man also has a pot belly with a weird shape of himself.

But instead of rushing, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself. They rolled together on the bed, bodies pressed skin-to-skin, his hardness nestled against her belly. The sweetness was intoxicating—his hands caressed her curves like he was memorizing her, whispering praises between kisses. “So beautiful… so wet for me…” Alia pushed him onto his back and straddled him, taking control with exotic grace. She stroked his thick length, teasing the precum-slick head against her entrance before sinking down inch by inch. The stretch was exquisite—full, deep, perfect. “Fuck… you feel so good inside me,” she gasped, rolling her hips in slow, sensual circles.

I was very hesitant about letting him, but he was cute, sexy, and we had been friends for a while. We looked each other in the eyes and he put my hair behind my ears. I went in for the kiss and we made out sensually for about 2 minutes. He was grabbing my breasts a little bit. He laid me down on the couch. I was wearing a black halter top, white jean shorts, and an anklet. He unzipped my shorts and he took them off. I was massaging my own breasts while he was stripping my shorts. He started by fingering me. I laid my head back and moaned. His fingers were nice and pleasurable. He fingered me for about 5 minutes until he found my g spot. I didn’t squirt surprisingly but I was teased and edged