Short Eroticas Novels & Stories

The music started — slow, sensual R&B. She began to move. She circled the pole gracefully, one hand sliding up the metal as she arched her back, pushing her breasts forward. She dropped into a sensual squat, thighs spreading wide, rolling her hips in a slow, dirty circle that made Dante’s breath catch. She turned, giving him a perfect view of her ass as she bent forward, sliding her hands down her legs. The tiny shorts rode up, revealing the curve where her ass met her thighs. Dante’s hands clenched on his thighs.

She tempted him even more. She approached the pole and glued her throbbing jewel between her thighs. She didn't know, but it seemed like that part was starting to get wet while she was doing what she was doing. She held on to the pole and rubbed herself, especially the lower body on the cold pole. It's like she's having sex there. The man scooped up all the contents of the glass and placed it on the table next to him. One of his fingers was already on his lip and he was holding it while staring at what she was doing. She suddenly turned around and rubbed her legs up to both thighs.

I had to fix myself before any of that. My mate curled her body around the stuffed animal, her eyelashes fluttering close to her cheeks. Uriel dressed her body in small silk shorts with knee-high socks. I would never have admitted this to anyone, but that was something I absolutely loved about a woman. Something about her white thighs peeking through a small opening between her shorts and their covered knees I found erotic.

Clatter— The knife and fork slipped from Luther’s hands, hitting the floor with a sharp ring. Even with his face hidden behind the black mist, I could feel the shock rolling off him. Tch. Annoying. I grabbed Luther by the collar, pulled him close, and kissed him hard—pressing my lips to his and sliding the cherry from my mouth into his. Our tongues brushed; he tried to pull away, but I didn’t care. I bit down on the cherry, letting its overly sweet juice spill out slowly between us.

My pussy was already coated with Jonathan’s saliva so he slipped in easily. He thrusted into me repeatedly, grunting at almost every stroke. My legs hiked up high toward my chest until my knees were practically touching my ears. Jonathan, meanwhile, grabbed Claire and flipped her into all fours, her chest resting on the sofa armrest while her hips were thrust high into the air. Chris increased his thrust, hitting my g-spot and I felt my insides start to tighten. “I’m gonna fuc..king cum.” I said breathless "Hold it," Chris whispered to me, his hand coming down and delivering a sharp slap on my pussy that left a stinging red mark. "Don't you dare come until I tell you."

Brecc growled. She moaned, forgetting all about the room and sighing in bliss. “God, yes. That feels good.” Eros sucked her nipples, biting down and leaving them wet stinging points. He slid a hand down, cupped her pussy and slid a finger between her pussy lips to her entrance and then up to her clit. “You’re so wet. Slick and hot.” Eros let go of her body to strip off his clothing. Then he pulled her to the bed and sat at the edge. He placed her hands to either side of his hips at the same time Brecc hauled her hips back, until she was leaning down, hovering over his cock.

"Dante we can't do this." "Yes we can, Erica. You know you want this just as much as I do." I took off her coat and as I kissed her neck, my hands massaged her breasts. Her nipples were erect and hard and the tip of her clothes felt moist. "Fuck! I've barely touched you and your nipples are squirting. You are a little slut. My little slut." My lips found hers and I kissed them passionately. She soon relaxed into my touch and groaned against her lips. I searched her back for the zipper of her dress and took the liberty of helping her out of it.

Erica said seductive. “Your a naughty girl." Mr.Santos replied with a smile. Erica slowly lowers her hands down the middle of Mr. Santos' pants. "Ohhhh your so Fucking good" The young man moaned. "What are you waiting for?" The girl asked seductively. "Alright! Let's go" replied Mr.Santos. When they entered the hotel, Mr. Santos kissed Erica's lips torridly. He was so wild to undressed Erica. It also became Sadist. He slapped Erica while sitting and riding on top. Every salutation of him was also every flow of Erica's tears. She couldn't help but think of Oliver. How Oliver made her happy that night.

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Eric said as he pinned Rita to the wall again, inhaling her sweet fragrance. “What do you say? You and I.. shall we make some babies? You had always wanted to have my babies,” he said, pushing himself against her roughly. Rita felt anger flare up in her heart. She was very much aware of the hard thing poking her stomach but instead of the tingles she felt with Chris, she was utterly disgusted. ‘What the hell did I see in this guy?’ She thought in her head as she raised her knee, hitting Eric’s crotch without warning.