Short Eroctic Stories Novels & Stories

“You gave it to me. Your first time. Your first cock. Mine.” “Yours—” Doe cried out, another orgasm building fast. “It’s yours— I’m gonna cum again—” “Then cum. Cum all over Daddy’s cock while he ruins this tight virgin pussy.” She shattered with a scream, walls clamping down so hard Hero cursed loudly. He fucked her through it, chasing his own release, hips stuttering as he buried himself as deep as he could and came hard inside her. Thick ropes of cum pumped into her, overflowing around his cock as he kept grinding through the aftershocks.

The enjoyment, exuberance and ebullience attached with their perspiration and panting breath, seemed to be endlessly continuous on their hot bed at that night. “You’re mine, Eriwan… Say that you’re mine, Eriwan…” hissed and growled Erito at the cliff of the enjoyment sensation burning at his underpart down there. “I’m yours, Erito… From my hair to toes, I’m yours, Erito… Have me for the rest of your life… How about you, Erito? Are you mine? Or are you Renata Limidius’?” asked Eriwan in the middle of his panting breath, his lots of perspiration and his enjoyment sensation flinging him to the middle of the cyclone and hurricane of the heaven horizon up there.

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?

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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.

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.

Downtown Kansas City at 10:30 on a cold night. Tall buildings, wet pavement reflecting the stoplights, a sharp breeze pushing you along empty sidewalks. Up ahead, Club Eros—neon outline of a naked woman shaking her hips. The booth guy looks and smells like he hasn’t showered in days, bloodshot eyes, puffy bags. Ten bucks. Black smiley-face stamp on your hand. “Enjoy the show.”