Short Sexy Stories Novels & Stories

Sasha lowered her pussy onto Abegail’s waiting mouth. Abegail’s world narrowed to sensations. The weight of Sasha on her face, the taste of her on her tongue. The relentless, pounding drive of Kael’s cock splitting her open, hitting a spot deep inside that made her see stars. The slap of Leo’s balls against her chin. She was a vessel for their pleasure, and in turn, her own pleasure spiraled higher, coiling tighter than before.

I was very hesitant about letting him, but he was cute, sexy, and we had been friends for a while. We looked each other in the eyes and he put my hair behind my ears. I went in for the kiss and we made out sensually for about 2 minutes. He was grabbing my breasts a little bit. He laid me down on the couch. I was wearing a black halter top, white jean shorts, and an anklet. He unzipped my shorts and he took them off. I was massaging my own breasts while he was stripping my shorts. He started by fingering me. I laid my head back and moaned. His fingers were nice and pleasurable. He fingered me for about 5 minutes until he found my g spot. I didn’t squirt surprisingly but I was teased and edged

My morning stiffy was bobbing in front of me as I crawled between her legs and then kissed her on the lips; she grabbed my cock and started to stroke it before breaking the kiss and saying "I've got an 8am meeting with a magazine." "I know so let's make it a quickie then." She guided me into her cunt, her cunt was still leaking come from the 3 times we had done it the night before so was still wet and made the "Aah" noise as my cock reached rock bottom, "You've got 3 minutes," she said through gritted teeth as I started to pound away. "2 minutes, is that all you've got," she whispered in my ear so I really started to pound in to her, her arms and les were by now wrapped around me and she was

Chapter 2: Our Dirty Secret Clarisse was sleeping like a baby in the master's bedroom, drunk in painkillers. The whole house was silent, but in Elena's room, something sinful was happening. The two burning bodies couldn't wait anymore. As soon as the door closes behind them, Marco quickly leans her against the wall, their lips colliding like hungry animals. "Elena, fuck, what are we doing?" He whispered, raining wet kisses around her neck. "We are doing what we both want," Elena husked, pulling Marco's boxers down. "What I longed to feel."

Disclaimer: This is an erotic story that contains explicit, spicy, and sexual content intended for mature audiences only. If you are under the age of 17 or uncomfortable with adult themes, we kindly advise you not to proceed. However, if you’re of legal age and enjoy such stories, then welcome—and enjoy the experience. Chapter 1

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

“I’m not stopping, baby girl. Not tonight. I’ve spent too many nights trying to ignore how fucking sexy you’ve become. Those tiny shorts that ride up your ass when you bend over. Those thin tank tops with your hard nipples poking through. Walking around like you don’t know what you do to me.” His fingers sped up, thrusting deeper, faster. My juices ran down his wrist as he worked me open. The pressure built rapidly in my core, coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke. “Daddy… I’m going to come,” I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders.

In my fantasy, Steven growled against my ear, voice low: “You’ve been teasing me for years, baby girl. Parading around in these shorts, bending over where I can see that pretty pussy. This tight cunt is mine now.” I whimpered, pushing the tip of my finger into my ass while the other hand drove deeper into my pussy. The fullness was overwhelming. My thighs trembled, sweat slicked my back, and the T- shirt bunched up my breasts. I could feel my nipples hard and aching, rubbing against the sheets with every movement. I flipped onto my back again, spreading my legs wide, knees almost to my shoulders. The position left me completely exposed and vulnerable, just like I wanted to be for him.

Setting my glass down, I ripped my shorts off, throwing it behind the couch. Spreading my soaked folds, hissing, allowing air cool brush my hot pussy. "I know we're not supposed to be thinking about our best friends like that but we've had this crush on them since forever." I whined, widening my legs, pussy parting. Bella moaned, tugging her own shorts off, mirroring my position. Our pussies were facing each other, wet, swollen. She dragged two manicured fingers between her slit, smearing the slick. "Yeah, I get it. It's frustrating. And I just know they'll be rough with us. They'll tie us up so we wouldn't move and suck on our pussies till we're too sensitive."