Short Erotic Story Novels & Stories

He shoves me down until my chest is flat against the mahogany desk. He yanks my skirt and panties down in one rough move. They end up tangled around my ankles. I feel the cool air on my bare ass. My legs are spread wide, leaving me totally exposed. I am dripping, the scent of my arousal filling the space. He leans over me, pressing his chest into my back. Then I feel it. The broad, hot head of his cock rubs along my wet slit. He isn't wearing a condom. The feel of his hot skin against mine is almost enough to break me.

"Is this what you wanted, Pearl? This surrender? This heat?" "Everything," she sobbed, her hips bucking back against me, seeking more depth, more friction. "I want everything from you." I reached around, my hand finding her clit and grinding against it with a cruel, steady pressure as I continued to drive into her. The double stimulation was too much. She let out a jagged, broken wail, her entire body seizing as she came, the walls of her pussy pulsing against me with a violent, beautiful intensity. The sensation pulled the seed right out of me. I let out a low, guttural roar, my body jerking as I spent myself deep inside her, pinning her to the desk until the last of the tremors faded into

She moaned, her hips moving against his hand, a desperate seeking motion for more. “You’re so eager, aren’t you, my love?” he whispered, slipping a finger inside her. Her inner walls clenched around him, hot and slick. She moaned, a deeper sound this time, her hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for the connection. He added another finger, his thumb finding her pulsing clit, rubbing gently, deliberately. Her breath hitched. “Tell me you like that,” he commanded softly, watching her face. She cried out, her body convulsing as she came, a powerful rush that tightened her around his fingers.

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

“But I think we need to slow down a little and try something new together. Something I’ve been wanting to do with you.” She reached for the remote and turned on the large TV in their bedroom. She opened a hidden folder and selected a video. The screen lit up with two gorgeous women locked in an intense scissoring position — their pussies pressed tightly together, sliding and grinding in slow, wet circles. Their moans were loud, breathy, and real. One woman was on top, rolling her hips in perfect figure-eights while the other arched her back and gripped her thighs, their swollen clits rubbing visibly with every slippery movement.

**Story 16: The Breeding Festival** **Chapter 2** The roar of the crowd was deafening. Serena lay on her back on the cold stone altar, legs still spread obscenely wide, her body glistening with sweat and the cum of five powerful men. Her pussy throbbed and leaked a steady river of thick seed down her ass crack onto the ancient stone. Her full breasts heaved with every ragged breath, nipples hard and sensitive from being pinched and sucked.

My last sexcapade attempt failed horribly because I couldn't get wet enough. This time would be different. It had to be. Once in the bedroom, I turned to him, ready to say something teasing but the words did not make it out. His lips captured mine instantly, his hand slipping around my waist as he puahed me to the wall. I moaned against his lips, my back arching against the wall. When he pulled away minutes later, I sucked in a sharp breath. “Feisty, I like.” His lips curled in a smirk, his other hand stretching around my neck.

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

THE EMPTY THEATER AFTER THE SLAM PT 2 Seraph finally climbed on top of him. She swung one leg over his hips and positioned herself above his aching cock. The heat from her pussy hovered just above his swollen head. Dorian’s body trembled from the long hours of teasing. His cock throbbed painfully. It was dark red and slick with precum. Seraph gripped the base with one hand. She sank down slowly onto his aching cock. The tight wet heat enveloped the head first. Her pussy lips stretched around his thickness. She lowered herself inch by inch. The slick walls gripped him firmly.

His entire body went rigid, his muscles shaking violently as he shot a thick, hot wave of cum deep inside my pussy, filling me up until it was spilling out. We stayed pinned against that glass window for a very long time, both of us panting for breath, our sweat mixing together as the city lights twinkled far below us. The sin was committed. It was beautiful, it was wrong, and as Julian slowly pulled his thick dick out and wrapped his strong arms around my shaking, naked body, I knew neither of us could ever go back to the way things were before.