Short Erotic Story Novels & Stories

“Four cocks and nowhere to run.” Ryan fucked her throat deeper, making her gag around him. “Choke on it. Take it like the hungry slut you are.” Desmond’s hand cracked across the side of her tit, then the other, leaving red marks while he kept pinching her nipples. “Scream all you want. No one hears you down here except us.” Eric’s free hand slid down and rubbed her clit in tight, rough circles while Leo pounded into her. “Look at this cunt taking him so well. Already dripping all over the sheets.”

“...her chest heaved slightly with pleasure as I withdrew my cock from Maryann’s tight pussy... finally, we separated, and I helped her back to her original spot by the window... Maryann could barely steady herself as she put her bra back on, overwhelmed by the exhaustion and ecstasy of our lovemaking on the bus... as the road grew brighter with the approaching sunrise and we neared the town of Gumaca, Quezon, I pulled my pants back on and Maryann slipped into her t-shirt and sports jacket; however, I couldn't help but notice that her backside was wet from the copious fluids and semen released during our encounter... ‘Change into shorts; the people at the house we’re visiting might notice,’

He rose, cock slick from my juices. "On all fours now!" I obeyed, arching back. He entered slow, savoring. "Love how you take it." We fucked missionary next, legs wrapped tight. Deep kisses, bodies slapping. "You're my dirty secret and my addiction." He came hard, grinding deep. Cum mixed with my wetness, pooling under us.

Tears of pure overstimulation and intense pleasure streamed down my soft delicate cheeks, but I kissed him back hungrily, completely consumed by the sensation. He fucked me even harder after the kiss, both hands working the two objects in a powerful, coordinated rhythm. The thick wood of the hanger and the hard edges of the phone rubbed against each other and against my very sensitive walls on every stroke. The double penetration stretched my wet swollen pussy so wide that my wet pussy lips were pulled taut around the invading objects. “Look at how wide this greedy little cunt can open up and take big and bigger objects all at once,” Derek growled against my mouth, slamming both objects deep

His fingers slipped under the slit of my gown and teased my swollen clit while people laughed and chatted only a few feet away. Anyone could turn their head and see us. The thoughts should have horrified me, so why was I getting wetter? I buried my face in his chest, biting down on his jacket to stay quiet as the vibrations and his skilled fingers pushed me right to the edge. “Not yet,” he whispered and turned it off. He did it two more times; in a dimly lit hallway and once while we were dancing. Each time I got closer and wetter. My nipples were painfully hard against my dress and I was dripping down my thighs.

it met with my womb. Then he pulled it back out. “Shall I do that again?” “Yes, please Father,” I begged. I spread my legs even wider, pushing toward him, wanting him to fuck me with the candle. And he did. Slowly at first. All the way in and all the way out. Slowly he picked up speed thrusting the taper in and out of me. “Rub yourself until you climax on the candle,” he ordered. I reached down between my legs, finding my swollen clit and rubbing intently. I tried to hold off coming as long as I could, but after a few minutes I couldn’t stand it. It felt so good. I felt it from deep inside me. I knew I was going to squirt and come all over the candle and his hand. I didn’t hold back. I work

“We… we can’t…” But she didn’t stop me. I pushed two fingers between her legs and found her absolutely soaked. “Oh my God,” I moaned. “You’re dripping for me, Mrs. Harrington. Your perfect rich pussy is soaking wet for a teenage girl.” I rubbed her swollen clit in slow circles while kissing her neck. Elena’s head fell back, soft gasps escaping her lips. “This is wrong,” she whimpered, even as her hips started rocking against my hand. “My husband… oh fuck—”

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

“Just breathe, little one.” He stayed still, whispering soft words against my skin, kissing away the tears that slipped free. Only when the sharpest edge of the pain faded did I whisper that he could move. He did. He started slow — long, careful strokes that let me feel every inch as he sank deeper. Each time he almost pulled out, then filled me again, the stretch turned into something hotter. He found a spot inside me that made my toes curl and my breath catch. “You take me so well,” he groaned. “Such a perfect little mate… made to be filled by me.”

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”