Short Eroctic Stories Novels & Stories

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Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.

She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'

So I just took it; took his cock over and over again. To torture me, he stopped thrusting and just left his cock inside me, his stillness driving me crazy. I had to fight every urge in my body to move myself forward away from him. I was afraid if I did that, he might leave my cunt altogether. My body started to shake, the pres- sure mounting inside me. He laid one hand on the center of my back to stop my shuddering. In that moment, despite my predicament, I felt so safe. Even the cold rain and the ropes around my wrists seemed to disappear.

The ground beneath my feet fractures with a sharp crack, energy rippling outward like a shockwave. The world goes still. My breath stutters as I stare down at the cracked earth. “I.....I didn’t mean to.....” My voice shakes. Eric doesn’t look afraid. He looks… stunned. “That,” he says slowly, stepping closer, “was not normal.” My heart pounds. “I know.” The silence between us is heavy, charged with something neither of us names. Eric crouches, running his fingers over the fractured ground, eyes narrowing. “I’ve seen strong wolves,” he says quietly. “I’ve seen gifted ones. This…” He looks up at me. “This is something else.”

It burned slightly as it went down, a sharp contrast to the sweet, wet heat Rox was creating between my legs. "Drink it all," Eric whispered, his eyes locked on mine, watching for the swallow. "This will keep his seed alive inside you. It will make your womb a garden for him." As the last drop disappeared, Rox’s tongue turned into a blurring frenzy. He wasn't being gentle anymore; he was sucking with a desperate, rhythmic force, his cheeks hollowing out as he pulled at me. The sensation was overwhelming, the bitterness of the herbs in my throat, the weight of Eric’s hand on my head, and the raw, localized explosion of Rox’s mouth.

My hands are balled into fists, my knuckles turning white, nails digging into my palms. Ellie pulls back from her kiss, lips parted in a gasp I can’t hear through the glass. The man’s mouth widens into a shit-eating grin of pure indulgence. His hand slaps Ellie’s beautiful ass again and this time I can hear a faint Oh! of erotic bliss escape her lips. Her hips rock slowly back and forth. His arm moves up and down. I can’t see what they’re doing, but I’ve seen enough p**n to know that he is fingering the woman I came to declare my love for.

"We just have to be quiet." It was impossible. The sensation of being inside her, the risk of being caught, the desperate need to be quiet while every nerve ending screamed—it was the most intensely erotic experience of his life. Sienna's hand covered his mouth as she moved faster, her breathing becoming shallow, and when she came, she bit his palm to keep from crying out. Marcus followed seconds later, pulling her down to his chest as he released, his face buried in her neck to muffle any sound. They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard, completely terrified that they'd been caught. But there was no knock on the door, no indication that Ava had heard anything. They straightene

✴️✴️ "Oh god, Ethan... I'm yours," Nila sobbed out, her fingers clutching his dark hair as she gave in to the storm pulling her under. Ethan didn't let her go. His large, warm hands remained wrapped tight around her arse, holding her up against the cold, damp brick wall of the rooftop terrace. While his mouth continued to bruise hers, the kiss deep and desperate and tasting of the bitter wine he had ordered at dinner and something rawer underneath it that she had no name for.