Short And Sexy Novels & Stories

He wanted to reject the call but impatiently answered after Jennifer said something to him. I asked softly, "Where are you?" He snorted. Then, as everyone watched, he snarled, "Are you checking up on me again? Can't you settle down now that you're pregnant? Are you that desperate for someone to love you, Samantha? Will you die without a man by your side? "I've already told you that Jennifer and I are at this old settlement because our museum discovered an ancient tomb! Only a revolting woman with a mind as dirty as yours would constantly mistake our professionalism for us having an affair behind your back!"

She made small, erotic sounds that excited the young man. “I…I want to see you too,” he whispered. Without taking her eyes from his throbbing cock she slid the tight shorts to her knees, exposing her shaved pussy to his hungry eyes. She heard his low moan and a wild recklessness overwhelmed her, a feeling she had never experienced before. Her eyes glazed over with a wicked lust and she stood, slowly removing her sports bra and kicking the shorts from around her ankles. Her thighs spread as she walked to within a foot of the frantically masturbating young man.

she said again, voice much less certain. “Best kind,” he said and moved. It was sex born of frayed nerves and too many nights watching people almost die. Rough, yes, but not cruel. Fast, but not careless. Their bodies crashed together, found rhythm, lost it, and found it again. Sienna clutched at his back, blunt nails dragging red lines down his shoulder blades. “You’re going to be impossible tomorrow,” she muttered. “I’m already impossible,” he grunted. “At least now you’ll know why you’re mad.”

"Beg for it," he growled, leaning down so his breath ghosted over my ear. "Tell me what a naughty student you are for wanting your professor to wreck this kitty." "Please, Professor... take me. I need you inside me so bad." *********** One touch is never enough. In the glittering world of forbidden nights and dangerous temptations, desire ignites without warning... and burns everything in its path. From a devout preacher's wife who hides her sinful thirst behind the pulpit, to a mysterious stranger who offers a night of sin with no names and no limits. These scorching standalone stories plunge you into raw, insatiable passion. Every encounter is electric. Every kiss, a

He raises his arms and rests them behind his head, and his legs part so willingly. He’s mine. And today this is my show, my way. It feels amazing to be in control. Kelly Anne was wrong about sex, just like she was wrong about so many things I took her word on. To be sexy doesn’t mean you have to wear a short skirt and bright red lipstick. It doesn’t mean you have to do a striptease or put on some epic performance. It just means being confident. Being yourself. Being sexy means being me. And today I want to be me. I’m good enough for Nick to love me, and that makes me good enough for me too.

I moan in a slow breath. “You’re so sexy, babe…” Lena says as she keeps licking my belly. She starts kissing my thigh while her hand keeps stroking my leg. “And you’re so wet, babe,” Lena says in a sexy slow-breath voice. “You fucking turn me on,” She says. I stare at her while biting my bottom lips and give her a dirty smile “Mmmh… Am I?” I say with a really low breath. “Yeah…” Lena kisses my belly gently. I couldn’t help myself but moan at the feeling.

My fingers wrap around his short strands of hair, tugging at them as I begin to lose myself in the lust of this man. I can’t believe myself. I shouldn’t be letting him sway me so easily like this, but every kiss, every touch, drives me further into the waves of pleasure. Knowing this, I try to pull him away, but my attempts are feeble and I continue to drown in him. As he breaks the kiss to catch some air, he murmurs, “you’re so sexy,” against my lips. His words send shivers down my spine and the blood rushes both to my cheeks and reaches my shaft, making me harder.

Her mouth was hung wide open. Her tank top hugged her breasts just right, her nipples were winking at me. My views trailed down to her sexy frame and my eyes almost fell out of my head. “What the fuck is she wearing?” Gus almost blew a fuse. The shorts that Cassie was wearing were so short, it looked like jeans underwear. Her fat pussy was almost bursting through the seams, and her thick chocolate thighs were glistening brightly from her swim at the beach. I could smell the seawater on her body. I just wanted to lick her skin and taste how salty it must have tasted.

I mutter, standing up and making my way to the west end of the club when I pause my steps, unable to believe what my eyes are seeing. My Scarly, dressed in the most skimpy and sexy outfit I have ever seen her in. The short dress which barely leaves anything to the imagination hugs her like a second skin, letting her curves show in all its glory. The succulence of her sexy thighs call to me as it shimmers in the lights and when my eyes settle on her tits which are barely covered by the tiny strings of the dress, I slowly run my tongue along my lips, God! I love her fucking tits.

*** The sound of my shorts tearing registered in my brain, cool air from its absence soothing my burning core. “FUCK…Guys, she’s not wearing any underwear…” Bronx growled with Benji and Bayor joining in, the rumbling of it sending more pleasure shock waves through my body. “You’re our naughty girl, aren’t you?” he asked. I whimpered and nodded in response. “Words, babe, we need your words,” Benji reminded me.