Short Eroctic Stories Novels & Stories

My voice was shaky. Renata's lips curved into a smile, her brown eyes shining with something I couldn't quite name. "No, the opposite. Your writing is... powerful. Brave. I love erotic books myself, and I'd like to talk more about it. Are you free this weekend? Come to my place Saturday at seven." My heart hammered. Was this a test? A trick? Or something else? "Sure," I managed, my voice catching. She gave me a slip of paper with her address. Her fingers brushed mine, sending a spark through my skin.

Well there was only two weeks left to enjoy her and I was doing that as much as I could. Not that I didn't actually enjoy the class itself as I had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what I was writing was dirty stories, or as the web sites called it; erotica. I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews.

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

Eric tried as hard as he could to ignore his plea to be taken, he couldn't wait to be buried balls deep inside of him but he needed to make this time as special for his lover as he possibly could. He slowly moved his finger in and out, and with each gentle thrust, he heard Snow cry and more dirty words falling out of his mouth driving Eric crazy. Remembering the baby oil in the bathroom, he slowly pulled his finger out and went into the bathroom to grab the oil. Returning into the room, Snow was now lying on his stomach, eyes shut tight, tears spilling from his closed lids, and breathing heavy. Eric went back to work, pouring enough oil onto his fingers and coating his raging hardness in it.

The desires in me kept on doubling and my d**k refused to get back into its normal state The last time this happened, I had to masturbate over and over again before it finally went down. But the next day, the outcome was so terrible. I had to endure so much pains for stroking my man several times in the night. It was so damn unbearable Thinking of this, I glared down at my man and sighed out helplessly. Only one thing can calm him down, and that's Fiori. But she's not mine, and I can't just have her like that either without any protection

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.

Derick, who had no idea what I have just done. I touched my lips, then my neck, then lower—just once, through my skirt—and felt her breath catch. I grabbed my bag, got out of the car, and walked toward the apartment. I walked into the apartment still feeling Mr. Grant’s cum leak out of me with every step. Derick was on the couch in a t-shirt and sweatpants, scrolling on his phone. He looked up and smiled. “Hey, baby. Long day?” “Yeah.” I went straight to the shower, but I didn’t wash between my legs. I left his cum inside me on purpose. When I came out in just a towel, Derick was already hard. He pulled me onto the bed and kissed me like he always did—soft, familiar, safe.

It was one thing to know he was powerful, but to hear others recount the details—it was strangely thrilling. Eric caught my expression, his lips curving into a knowing smirk. “Ah, so it’s true. You are starting to get that fire in your eyes—the way Lycan women look when they hear stories of blood and battle.” I blushed, glancing away. “It’s… just morbid curiosity. Like when you read a horror story for the thrill of it. It’s not—”

Hello, my daring readers, I trust the previous story still lingers on your skin. As the synopsis teased, this book is packed with the most thrilling, wickedly sensual erotic tales I’ve ever created—raw, intensely steamy stories that don’t hold back, written for one purpose: your deepest, most delicious pleasure. If you crave mature, unfiltered adult erotic romance, then yes… this book is absolutely for you. *********** NEW STORY TITLE: Threesome Therapy (Group Fuck)

The wet squelch got louder every time I pushed in deep. "Zane… I’m close," I gasped, my legs already shaking. "Tell me to cum." "Cum for me, baby, Squirt all over those fingers while I watch." My pussy clenched hard around my fingers. I rubbed my clit fast until my whole body jerked and I came, moaning loud while fresh cream gushed out and soaked the sheets. On the screen... Zane’s cock twitched and he stroked faster, chasing his own organsm.