Short Eroctic Stories Novels & Stories

"When I was browsing a bookshop recently, I came across this. It was being sold openly. The illustrations inside are deeply improper, and the woman depicted in them is my cousin." It was an erotic picture book. The woman's face was never shown, yet her poses were overtly seductive, and a rose-shaped birthmark was on her waist. Eleanor frowned. "What is this? How do you know the woman in these pictures is Charlotte?" Yvonne's voice rang out clearly across the hall. "Because my cousin has the exact same rose birthmark on her waist." The room erupted. Every pair of eyes turned toward me, and the looks on their faces said everything. One moment away from becoming Crown Princess, and now this. Ho

“Finally awake, Tsuki Miki? “Said the man behind him and just like that a light bite and the other two got up from the bed and sat on a chair with their legs spread and masturbating pumping their cock each one. That voice, that sinful voice, full of dark pleasure and promise. Tsuki Miki stiffened, filled with fire he knew there would be the next round, his eyes. Where their cocks were showing big enough to hurt. So, he had one rounder, it was very good, that's how he traded. In the midst of the negotiation, he got after hours of sex, he got to claim what they didn't want before. Sometime later. Petrópolis the city of Pindorama was hit consecutively, sometimes followed by a curse that wiped t

Their striking features became clearer and the shadows receded with each step they took on the stone stairs. Finally, they conceded that they were at the right destination. These hot, extraordinary men and their ravishing lady, Lexi, were the ones whose erotic images and videos had taunted them all. In the agreement they signed, it was stated that they would be having a 24-hour fuck-a-thon CNC sex with them, and they were so excited to begin. Jaxon and Zane Blackwood weren’t completely naked; they wore gray pants and stylish sneakers. “Damn, they’re seriously so freaking hot,” Mike gasped, his heart racing as a wave of excitement washed over him.

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

He circled the tight bud until it was painfully hard, then moved to the other breast, letting the ice melt and drip down my stomach. He placed another one lower. The ice cube slid teasingly over my clit. I bucked against the cuffs, moaning loudly as the intense cold made my swollen clit throb. He rubbed it in slow circles, then pushed the melting cube just inside my entrance, letting the cold water mix with my arousal. “Mr. Rossi, please,” I begged, my hips twitching uselessly, aching to be filled. He covered the ice with his mouth and sucked until it fully melted against me, then he positioned himself between my already spread thighs. His thick cock nudged against my slick folds, sliding up

It was lol getting to me and I was loosing it. “Im gonna cum”, I cried. He started increasing his pacing, his strokes became deeper and his moans a little louder, i started crying out in pleasure, this feeling was so good. In less than a minute, I squirted all over and collapsed to the ground. Panting hard. He stared at me with a smirk and helped me get up and took me to the bathroom. He didn’t finish so I knew this wasn’t over. “Hope I helped you forget that bastard?”he asked

"So... you like erotic stories, don't you, my son?" He attempted to speak, but I interrupted his stammer, reaching down to place my finger to his lips, my big tits just inches above him, my slightly wet pussy directly in front of him in plain sight. "And you particularly like erotic stories about sons and mommies, don't you, my son?" My hand reached down and wrapped gently around his, as expected, erect and ready-to-burst cock.

The clock struck midnight with a single, resonant chime that vibrated through Elara’s bones. She was waiting. Naked, on her knees in the center of the bedroom floor, legs spread wide, hands resting obediently on her thighs. Her apartment was dark, curtains drawn, lights off yet she could feel the room changing around her. The air grew thicker, hotter, charged with ozone and brimstone. The golden thread inside her core blazed like molten fire, no longer a thin strand but a blazing rope that yanked rhythmically at her clit and cervix with every heartbeat.

The place is compared to a volcano: Whose grisly top Belched fire and rolling smoke; the rest entire Shone with a glossy scurf, undoubted sign That in his womb was hid metallic ore The work of sulphur. The “torrid clime vaulted with fire” naturally produced intense heat. The dry land is solid fire just as the lake is of liquid fire. the fiery land with the bottom of the burning Pylorus or Aetna which is torn From its base by a violent underground wind and, on catching fire, converts solid minerals into vapour and blown off rocks. What is left is a burnt surface at the bottom, all wrapped up in smoke and foul smell.

Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?" Tim gasped again as Petrov used two fingers to stimulate his asshole. Petrov wasn't aiming for penetration at the moment, he just wanted the boy aroused enough to keep talking. Finally, the boy admitted to preferring Nifty and Literotica as his go-to erotic stories websites. Petrov knew that Literotica catered to a variety of genres but smiled knowing that Nifty had no heterosexual stories at all, though Nifty did h