Short Eroctic Stories Novels & Stories

Hiking and horny 🍆🍆💦💦💋 Chapter 2: Fucked in the woods 🍆🍆 Ethan stood up slowly, his lips filled with my arousal, blue eyes dark with raw hunger. His thick cock stood proudly, heavy and veined, the head glistening with precum. I was still trembling from the orgasm he’d just given me against the boulder, my shorts and panties tangled around one ankle. “Come here,” he growled, grabbing my hand and pulling me deeper off the trail.

He continued, voice dropping lower. “An erotic novel. Quite explicit. The heroine was bent over her boss’s desk, skirt around her waist, getting fucked hard while he called her a dirty little slut.” My cheeks burned bright red. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I had been reading during my short break, thinking no one would return. I opened my mouth to apologize, but no words came out. Adrian stood up slowly and walked around the desk like a predator. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form.

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.

💎 SWEETHEARTS IN CRIME🎩 (He's A Dangerous Mafia🔞_She's A Slût👠) Chapter 35 "Eros are fûcking sure bout this?" Tikka rushed her words as she hopped into the car Eros said nothing but ignited the car engine. He took of with great speed driving recklessly on the road "Am sure. I saw that harlót in the restaurant!" He replied swerving the wheels

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

“How dare you touch my Eriwan! How dare you try to take an advantage of my Eriwan after you mixed some stimulating drugs into his drink!” hissed Erito feeling greatly furious. Eriwan was still pretending that he’d been under the effect of the stimulating medicines. He was still lying on the floor and screaming out his similar sentences, “Erito… Come here, Erito… Come here please… Please touch me, Erito… I want you right now, Erito… I don’t wanna wait for so long, Erito…”

Ethan The neon sign outside the small storefront flickered softly—Madame Elara: Tarot, Visions & Destiny—and I stood there for almost five minutes, briefcase heavy in my sweaty palm, heart hammering like I’d just run a marathon. I’d noticed it only this morning on my way back from the office. The place looked new; the paint was still fresh, the curtains deep crimson. No one I knew had mentioned her before. Maybe that’s why I finally pushed the door open. Stupid, really. But after another lonely weekend spent jerking off to videos I was too embarrassed to admit I watched, the question wouldn’t leave me alone: Would I ever have a girlfriend?