Short Erotics Stories Novels & Stories

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.

Already starting to thicken under my touch. Kevin’s eyes snapped open. His mouth formed silent words...*Are you crazy?*...but I just pressed a finger to my own lips and shook my head . My other hand was already sliding inside the his shorts. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and gave it a slow, stroke from base to tip. It jumped in my hand, swelling thicker I eased the shorts down just enough. His cock sprang free, already half-hard and growing under my fingers. I stroked him in long, slow pulls, thumb smearing the of wetness over the tip. My mouth watered. I needed the taste of him again.

“All that sharp talk, and you’re already this soft for me.” “Don’t get smug.” “I am centuries beyond smug.” He curled his fingers and found a spot that made her hips jerk. “I am simply thorough.” He brought her to the edge with maddening patience, then held her there until she was trembling and swearing under her breath. Only when she dug her nails into his shoulders and ordered him to stop teasing did he give her what she needed—faster strokes, the press of his thumb exactly where she wanted it. Sera came with a sharp cry she muffled against his neck, body tightening around his fingers in hard pulses.

“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.

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

She was being used from both ends, her body shaking with the raw power of it. The sound of skin hitting skin was loud and messy in the quiet room. Her pussy gripped Jax tight, squeezing him with every deep thrust, while she sucked Marcus hard, her eyes rolling back in her head. Leo was right there too, his hands rubbing her clit and squeezing her bouncing breasts, making sure she was feeling everything. The heat was exploding inside her. Jax started to move even faster, his dick hitting the back of her pussy over and over until she couldn't take it. She felt her body snap, her pussy pulsing in hard waves as she had a massive climax. Jax roared and came deep inside her, his hot load filling h

His hand settled lightly on my shoulders, then trailed down my arm in a slow caress. When his fingers reached my knee, they slipped beneath the hem of my dress, stroking the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his fingertips grazed the damp fabric covering my pussy. “You’re drenched,” he observed, voice rough with satisfaction. He pressed two fingers against my clit through the lace, circling with firm deliberate strokes that made my hips jerk forward involuntarily. “All this from reading your own fantasies? Or is it because I’m finally touching what you wrote about so many nights?”

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.

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."