Short Free Erotica Novels & Stories

The shame hit right after orgasm but the money in my account overshadowed any guilt I felt at that moment. I streamed three more times that week. Each one grew and by the fourth night, I had low lights and my favorite toy slick with lube on the nightstand and Regular47 was there every time, tipping bigger and typing what I craved to hear. “Spread wider for me, Velvet. Let me see that pretty cunt drip.” And I obeyed, knees falling onto the sheets and the camera angled so they could watch my finger glide through my folds. I was soaked, and the wet sounds filled the quiet room. My clit throbbed under my thumb while I pushed two fingers inside curling them to my satisfaction.

Others were creepy, their overly eager messages setting their teeth on edge. They were about to give up when they found him. His profile name was simply "Leo." There was no picture of his face, just a shot of his torso lean, defined, with a light dusting of dark hair and a picture of his hands, resting on his knee. Long, capable fingers. His bio was short and to the point: "Confident, respectful, and discreet. I understand the dynamic. I'm here to enhance your experience, not complicate it."

The thin fabric of his boxer briefs was the only barrier between her naked cheeks and his heavy cock. She pressed harder, grinding in tiny, teasing circles. His dick twitched. Thickened. She felt it swell against her soft flesh. Elena bit her lip to stifle a moan. She reached behind her, fingers slipping under the waistband of his boxers. She freed his growing erection, hot and velvety, already leaking precum. With a shaky breath, she lifted the hem of her short nightie higher, bunching it around her waist, fully exposing her dripping pussy and ass.

I whispered, my voice sultry as I slowly dropped to my knees, heart racing. His gaze was dark, watching me as I gently palmed him over his shorts, feeling the hard length under the fabric. Holyㅡ His lips twitched slightly and he shut his eyes. “Fuck. Don't fucking do that.” My gaze remained fixed on his, fingers now pulling down his shorts as I pulled his cock out.

Curves in all the right places, a natural artistry that makes my mind feel like it’s about to split into two, one half screaming in alarm, the other half roaring in pure, unadulterated desire. The sun, a benevolent spotlight, catches her, illuminating the delicate planes of her face, the rich, warm tone of her caramel skin. She glows. Truly, madly, deeply glows. She’s the most exquisite, beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. And then there is that ass. That utterly perfect, beautiful curve, a testament to some divine sculptor. She's wearing denim shorts. Or should I say, *bum shorts*, as some ladies call them. They are practically so short that the fabric barely skims the apex of her

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

Everyone was cheering them and Dylan’s legs started physically shaking. Lucy was making it very sloppy and nasty, saliva all over and it was making me so horny, man I wish that was me. I wish I had a dick. Ashley was already shamelessly touching my nipples and pleasing herself. “She’s so good”, she whispered to Freddy who was just watching the show and drinking his wine. Then she pulled out almost immediately and Dylan held his dick in his hands and cummed in it, shaking vigorously. We all started clapping for her. And cheering.

"Please." I beckoned him with a curled finger. He didn't walk; he rushed. He dove for my breasts first, his large hands fumbling to capture them. When he finally got his mouth over my nipple, he flicked his tongue up and down, then side to side, a rapid-fire friction that sent jolts of electricity straight to my pussy. “Oh! Ah, Chris!" I threw my head back, my fingers clawing at the marble. He moved lower, his movements frantic as he pressed his face against my panties. He tried to tug the fabric down, but the strings and my heels made it a tangled mess.

“Soon. But I need to prepare you first. You’re so tight, little wolf. I don’t want to hurt you.” He adds a third finger, stretching me carefully while his thumb circles my clit. It’s intense, bordering on too much, but then pleasure starts building again. “That’s it,” he encourages. “Take my fingers. Get used to the stretch.” He pumps them in and out, curling them on every stroke, and I can feel another orgasm building. “Come for me again. Show me how much you want it.” The second orgasm hits even harder than the first. I’m gasping his name, my pussy clenching around his fingers, wetness coating his hand.

On the screen, a muscular top was destroying a younger guy’s ass in a brutal doggy-style, the bottom moaning like a cheap slut, begging to be fucked to stupor. Elena was whispering along with him, “Fuck me harder, fuck my hole,” her fingers plunging in and out in perfect rhythm. She came so hard she didn’t even notice me standing in the doorway at first. The second time was even something else. She was on the living room couch, skirt around her waist, no panties, one leg hooked over the armrest. Two hung studs were spit-roasting a eager bottom on our TV — one thick cock slamming down his throat, the other pounding his ass raw.