Short Eroticas Novels & Stories

She shattered—her orgasm crashing through her with a moan so raw it made my heart pound. And I followed her right over the edge. She was trembling above me, her breath shallow, body slick with sweat, her hips barely rolling through the aftershocks. I gripped her tighter, still buried deep inside her, my chest rising and falling beneath hers. I was about to pull her down for another kiss when The voice snapped through the air like a whip. "What the hell, bitch?!" Sara froze. So did I. We both turned around to find a shocked and angry Layla staring back at us.

My body rocked violently between them, drool running down my chin as my holes were brutally used. The room filled with the wet, filthy sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, mixed with our desperate moans. The rogues fucked us like animals on a timer — hard, fast, and merciless. Rita’s tits bounced wildly as she was double-penetrated, her belly already slightly swollen from the previous loads. “Harder! Knot me before they get here!” she begged, voice hoarse and dripping with lust. “I want Keiran to see me locked on real cock!”

She managed to take off his shirt, while he worked hard to suck her nipples. The woman's nails were long, and slid easily down Ramirez's back. She looked at me as she nibbled on her lower lip, before moistening them with the tip of her tongue. Well, at least she deceived better by pretending she liked that shit. And that gesture made me feel a strange pressure in the groin area. Of course I wouldn't be stupid to want to participate in that thing. It is known how many diseases could be transmitted before actual penetration. But looking was still good.

Lara slid her hand down beneath the waistband of her shorts. The first touch was tentative, testing. A slow rub that had her breathing out a shaky sigh. The danger of it, the proximity of her roommate only a few feet away, made her pulse throb harder. She pushed deeper, fingers finding slickness, circling her clit in lazy strokes.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

“Play with your tits while I fuck you.” I cup my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples through the lace. The added stimulation makes everything more intense. “Harder,” he growls. “Pinch them harder.” I obey, and the sharp pain mixing with pleasure has me gasping. “That’s it. Fuck, you look so good like this. Spread out beneath me, taking my cock, playing with yourself.” His words push me higher. I can feel another orgasm building. “Damon, I’m close…” “Not yet. Hold it.”

Erica grinned. The quiet gaze proceeded. Erica's hands were on her midriff. She was humiliated that she had no bra on. But she didn't let that become of her. Erica's hands followed the shorts the entire way to her feet. Her skin hummed in a line down the two legs where Erica had touched them. She got out of her shorts. Erica just stopped at her groin long enough for Carmen to feel a warm breath on her bare pussy, then, at that point, she removed Erica's shorts in the same delicate style.

Elena pressed one finger inside me, slowly and carefully. “Oh… Fuck.” I moaned. “That’s it,” she murmured. “Let me in.” She added a second finger, stretching me further. The burn was sharp at first, then melted into something hot and overwhelming. Elena pumped her fingers slowly, twisting and curling, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. My cock leaked steadily onto the desk, my moans growing louder. “Oh fuck, Elena.” When she pulled her fingers out, I almost protested. Then I heard the soft sound of her stepping into something. I glanced back and saw the black strap-on she had taken from the drawer, the thick silicone cock. Elena coated it with more lube, her eyes locked on mine.

On the other hand, Angelito turns ardent in every stroke he does… just to hear those soft and erotic moans. Denver pushes his body. “Why?” that was the first word he asked. The cute boy gulps while Angelito can still feel his hardness. “It’s weird…. The kiss is so rough,” he retorted. Even so, Angelito gradually strokes their member and feels Denver’s pre-cum releasing in his tip. His thumb massages his sensitive area. “Oh…. F-Fuck,” his words are sharp yet lovely in his erotic fantasies. Angelito is exerting too many efforts for their pleasure until he let away and locks his hands upwards.

Her whole body was shaking. Oh, God it was wonderful for me, though! She was so beautifully sloppy wet, as she'd said, and it had only taken the slightest pressure, and the breaking of her cherry to bury me so deep inside her, nearly half my length was gone with one firm little thrust. It was so beautifully tight! Tighter than the hottest suction either of the girls had given me with their mouths. I was literally shaking from the pleasure of it. Everything was wet and silky smooth inside her, so soft and slippery. Even the slightest tremble of movement tingled with ecstasy. I held still, though.