Novel & Cerita Short Eroctic Stories

My voice was shaky as I spoke. I saw her smiling before she finally spoke, I black eyes were shining with something I couldn't quite name. No… the opposite of what I was wanting to hear from her… your writing was loving and powerful. I love your story because I love erotic stories myself and I'd like to talk more about it with you. “So are you free this weekend Come to my place Sunday at eight.” I felt my heartbeat increase is it the test that I don't want her to give me that she wants to give me in her house? Or is it something else? I asked myself.

I took a glimpse of my watch and turned back to her. “It is almost time for Physics class,we have to go and grab lunch.” “Sure…” We started walking to the cafeteria and I could swear that I caught Anna throwing weird stares at me. We stood on the line with our trays in our hands. Anna bent over and whispered into my ears. “Maybe we should read some of your erotic stories while we eat.” My body went cold. There was no way in hell I was letting someone else read my diary. There were quite a lot of erotic and sex scenes in it and the worst part was that they were not mine. They were about my friends or random students I randomly pair up in my head.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

ARC 10: MOONFLOWER ON THE ALTAR WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content, omegaverse dynamics with alpha/omega knotting and breeding, public gangbang, intense dubcon/noncon elements, and pack breeding/claiming themes. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to dark, unrestrained erotic fiction ---- My name is Vespera Eric, and I have spent every one of my twenty-one years knowing exactly how this night would end.

Her husband exhales—or the ghost of one—against her spectral neck. "Look." A great-granddaughter now, midwife hands slick with afterbirth, lifting a newborn whose eyes open too soon. The infant grips her finger. Doesn't let go. Cities rise. Wars burn. Their blood spreads like floodwater, indistinguishable from the rest until it's too late to dam. A soldier walks away from shrapnel unharmed. A woman survives a fall from a fifth-story window. Sarah touches the scar that isn't there anymore. "We changed them."

Honestly, the only room in the house that was finished was the one he was using—the master bedroom. Behind the door, the girl continued to cry, and the sobs seemed to be amplified as they reached his ears. When he closed his eyes, his brain immediately found the memory of her flushed body tied to the bedpost - wide open, completely at his mercy. Eric sighed and straightened himself. Maybe he'll stop by the pub down the street and find an easygoing girl willing to help distract him from the girl behind the locked door. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed again as he strode across the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator door, he felt the cool moisture spread on his skin, so wonderful. Ever

Johan please come back I miss you. I shut my eyes , no glimpse of light , I go in silence , and I scream in my mind, what in the heavens did I do wrong , to feel such hell , would this pain end shortly , Or would it last long? (Written by Kurt Geric Dili.) There's no more you and I feel more lonely , there's no more you and my tears seam not to flow , there is pain everywhere ,yet it seems not to show , my blood is oozing out of my scars yet I feel no pain , just numb , I feel just numb ,like a broken piece of glass . I wrote this down in my notepad .

Uncle's forbidden touch 8 The attic breeding stuck with me. Uncle's cum plugged in all night, his stories of family curses whispering in my ear as the storm raged. My belly didn't show yet, but I felt it—the heir growing, his dark claim deep in my womb. Days after, he was tender in a twisted way. Fucks slow and deep, hands on my stomach, promising more kids to carry the line. But his eyes had that hunger, like he needed to mark me permanent.

My eyes watered badly, mascara running in black streaks down my flushed cheeks as they used my face like a fleshlight. “Fuck, look at her,” Marcus groaned, thrusting into my fist. “Nineteen-year-old college mouth turned into a cum hole.” They slapped their heavy cocks against my cheeks, it was disgusting 'n wet, meaty smacks that left red marks on my skin. Victor pulled out and smacked his slick length across my forehead, then my lips, while Jax painted the other side. My face was a sloppy mess of spit and precum and I could barely breathe between them, gasping and choking, but my pussy clenched hard every time they called me their little cumdump.

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