Short Erotic Story Novels & Stories

Disclaimer: This is an erotic story that contains explicit, spicy, and sexual content intended for mature audiences only. If you are under the age of 17 or uncomfortable with adult themes, we kindly advise you not to proceed. However, if you’re of legal age and enjoy such stories, then welcome—and enjoy the experience. Chapter 1

I shook my head furiously, trying to explain that it was wrong. Kai got up from the bed and walked towards me until he had me pinned against the wall, his body pressing firmly into mine. “Wrong? Your pussy wants me, why don't you?” he said, looking at me with that flirty, hungry gaze. I looked down and saw my wet pussy already dripping through the thin fabric of my shorts. This time, I didn't hold back any longer. I pulled him closer and we kissed, devouring each other like we'd been starving for this moment.

His cock sprang out, thick and heavy, already leaking at the tip, then he lifted me just enough, lined himself up, and slammed me down in one hard thrust. I cried out sharp and loud as he stretched me wide, filling every sore inch. My walls fluttered around him, still sensitive from earlier, and the slight burn only made it feel better. I arched back, tits thrusting forward, and Alex caught one nipple between his fingers and pinched hard.

He leaned over me, blanketing my smaller frame with his muscular body, one hand bracing on the desk beside mine, the other still furiously rubbing my clit in tight, perfect circles. “You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned hotly right against my ear, his breath scorching my skin. “I can feel every ripple inside you. You love this, don’t you? You love getting bent over and fucked hard over the teacher’s desk like a little slut.” “Yes!” I moaned brokenly, my voice cracking with pleasure. “I love it… don’t stop… please, fuck me harder!”

The erotica sounds of her mouth filled the space under the water, mixing with my gasps and low moans behind me. Faith free hand slid up to my throat, tilting my head back so she could bite along my neck while her hips kept rolling. "That's my girl, let her taste how wet you are," she moaned, pressing two fingers back inside me from behind even as Stella tongue sucked my front. She then pushed two fingers alongside Faith's, both of them stretching me open together. Their fingers moved in rhythm, one curling up while the other thrust deeper, scissoring inside my clenching walls. My legs shook harder. Faith adjusted her stance, spreading me wider so Stella could comfortably bury her face comple

I reached between us and lined him up and sank down in one slow drop that made both of us break the kiss to breathe. “Fuck,” I whispered. “You’re so deep like this.” “Then move,” Dominic said. “Ride me. I want to watch you bounce.” I put my hands on his chest and lifted and dropped and the wet slide of it punched a moan out of me. I did it again, faster, and my ass slapped down on his thighs and he cursed and grabbed my hips. “Harder,” he said. “You can take it. You’ve been taking it all day. Show me.”

I had managed to suffer through half an hour of playing a boring board game. And then I suffered through the rest of the night without an orgasm. He had something special planned or so he claimed. No orgasms until then. It didn’t help the fact that I woke up from the most erotic dream I had ever had, which included Kieran and Severide getting it on. Waking up, soaking wet, and pulsing with need was not a great way to start the morning. But it improved seconds later when my bedroom door opened and Severide snuck inside.

The kiss was hungry and urgent, full of all the tension that had built up during every lecture. He backed her up until her ass hit the edge of the desk. Papers shifted under her. One hand moved from her face down to her neck, holding her in place while he kissed her harder. His other hand slid under her skirt and straight between her legs. He cupped her pussy over her panties and groaned when he felt how soaked the fabric was. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” he muttered against her mouth. He rubbed his fingers along the wet material, pressing it between her swollen lips. Sara gasped and rocked against his hand. The friction on her clit felt so good she almost came right there.

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.

Slowly, carefully, he stroked her femininity until her fists loosened, her knees sagged and her breathing became heavy. Eric ignored the pressure of the man's force pressing against the zipper of his pants, along with agonizing lust similar to the pain in his lower abdomen, and focused on soothing his weak slave. Her cheeks were rosy beneath the flushed skin. It was a color only an orgasm could produce, and Eric couldn't help feeling proud to have been the one to bring it. He stroked her back, no longer surprised by the way she arched in response. He will remember it. This story. She. Shaking that thought away, he began to converse with her in the act.