Short Erotica Story Novels & Stories

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

She learned to ride Isolde's strap-on while looking into her eyes. In the cabin on another weekend, they tried new positions. Isolde sat on Seraphina's face and ground her pussy against her mouth. Seraphina licked and sucked until Isolde came hard. Then Isolde returned the favor, making Seraphina squirt again on the wooden floor. "You're so wet for me every time," Isolde said afterward. "I created a little addict." Seraphina smiled, face flushed. "I love it. I love belonging to you. ."

“Look at you. Dripping all over the floor like a bitch in heat.” I whimper around Maria’s fingers. Lucia and Rosa kneel in front of me, pushing my habit up to my waist. Cool air hits my bare thighs and the wet mess between them. Rosa leans in and drags her tongue up my inner thigh, licking up the slick that had run down. “Sweet,” she whispers. “Little straight girl tastes like sin.” My face burns with humiliation, but my hips jerk forward, chasing her mouth. Elena laughs softly and pushes two thick fingers inside me without warning. The stretch burns so good I almost cry out again. She curls them immediately, stroking that spot that makes my vision blur.

Anita was already lying under the thin sheets, wearing a tiny, satin tank top with thin spaghetti straps and dangerously short shorts that showed off almost all of her smooth, full thighs. My throat went bone dry, my blood rushing straight down into my pants. "I think I will just sleep on the carpet tonight," I said quickly, backing away toward her closet. "Stop being silly and get over here," Anita whined, reaching out, catching my wrist, and forcefully dragging me onto the soft mattress beside her. I lay flat on my back, keeping my hands glued straight to my sides. My cock was already throbbing violently against the waistband of my shorts, hardening more with every second.

th her fееt роіntеd аbоvе mу hеаd and hеr lеgѕ on mу ѕhоuldеrѕ, I wаѕ able to реnеtrаtе even dеереr thаn bеfоrе. Holding hеr thighs against my сhеѕt, I repeatedly thrust аѕ hard аnd dеер аѕ I соuld. Mаrіа rеѕроndеd bу ѕсrеаmіng аnd сummіng harder. I finally came in earth ѕhаttеrіng wаvеѕ. My еntіrе bоdу convulsed as I injected my hоt semen dеер іntо Mаrіа'ѕ рuѕѕу. I had nеvеr felt ѕuсh an іntеnѕе orgasm, аnd I think thаt I mау hаvе blасkеd оut fоr a fеw seconds. Wе bоth rоdе a tіdаl wаvе of сlіmаx fоr what ѕееmеd lіkе forever. Our love juices mіxеd аnd overflowed оut оf Mаrіа. Finally, I rеlеаѕеd Maria's legs аnd collapsed оntо hеr chest, spent.

" No need! Just sit!" Geser!" They pushed each other, but in the end it was Sebastian who won the competition. Sebastian lay right behind Tera, hugging the woman's hips tightly, her hips bulging hard, while his left hand supported her head which was looking at Nora. Sebastian started telling stories in that position. A long fairy tale containing the adventure story of a mouse deer and a crocodile. For Nora, this fairy tale is a very exciting fairy tale, but for Tera, this fairy tale is real torture. The reason is, Sebastian is secretly touching him seductively. The man's hands stroked Tera's hips from top to bottom, and vice versa. Meanwhile, Sebastian's hips were so close together they were

" She then guided my hand through the slit in her sarong and pushed it against her pussy. It was drenched, and as I gently slid my fingers around in the warm juice, she said, "You should write that down and send it into the P**n-erotica website where they have all those dirty stories." "Literotica," I corrected her. "Maybe I will." I retracted my hand from between her legs, and put my fingers in my mouth. After a long, thoughtful suck, I said, "Hmm. Needs more basil, I think." She laughed, and fished her hand inside my towel, wrapping her hand around my swollen cock. "I think it could use some sausage," she replied.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

The stranger's eyes were locked on her hand as she began pleasuring herself in earnest. Her middle finger circled her clit, sending waves of pleasure up her spine. The man pushed his boxers down, freeing his hard cock. Mia's mouth watered at the sight of him — thick, long, already leaking pre-cum from the tip. He wrapped his hand around his shaft, stroking slowly while watching her touch herself. Mia slid two fingers inside her pussy, moaning at the sensation. She worked them in and out, her thumb continuing to circle her clit.

Damien began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, his body pressing against mine with each thrust. "Damien," I whispered, my voice breathy and needy. "You feel so good. So fucking good." He captured my lips in another kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as his body explored mine. I could feel the pressure building, my body coiling tight with anticipation. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to go faster. Suddenly, I felt it...the rush of sensation, the release of pressure. I cried out, my body convulsing as I squirted, the wetness soaking the sofa beneath us.