Short Sexy Story Novels & Stories

His hand slid back between my thighs, fingers thrusting into me with precision. My body betrayed. I was arching, grinding and chasing his touch even though footsteps drew closer. Maybe I was a slut just like he had said. “Smile,” He whispered into it ear. My lips curved into a shaky smile just as a pair of strangers passed by, shooting us a glance. To them, we looked like a couple tangled in a heated kiss. They couldn’t see his fingers buried into my hole, and couldn’t here the dirty wet sounds each thrust made. I bit my lips hard as I clenched around him, another round of pleasure rippling through me. He felt it of course, curling his fingers until my thighs quivered.

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

I want to touch myself, but I don’t, not yet—the story’s not done. The scene turns raw: "He thrusts into me, his cock slamming deep, stretching my pussy until I’m gasping. The desk shakes, papers sliding to the floor, a pen clattering. He fucks me hard, his dick pounding my walls, each stroke hitting that spot that makes my legs tremble. The door rattles—footsteps in the hall, voices close—but he doesn’t stop, his hand cracking my ass again, the pain mixing with pleasure." My heart races, my clit pulsing as I type, the risk of discovery fueling every word. My fingers shake, my breath short, the apartment’s heat wrapping around me like a second skin.

My pussy was already soaked and I could feel my nipples hard against my thin tank top from how turned on I was. “Kayla…” Layla whispered, her voice shaky and breathy. “Are you…are you wet too?” I turned to face her in the dark. “So fucking wet Layla.” And without any shame whatsoever, I slipped my hand into her tiny sleep shorts and found her smooth pussy dripping. She moaned softly as my fingers circled her swollen clit and then I pushed two inside her tight heat as I claimed her lips in a heated kiss.

She took the condom parcel from her pocket and threw it on the bed prior to pulling her top over her head and liberating her bosoms. Dante pulled his shirt off and remained behind her, measuring each superb bosom, kissing her neck and ear cartilage. He changed each hard areola, making her wheeze. With her hands on his, she convinced him to go lower; his fingers prodded the belt of her shorts as he gradually moved the texture down over her firm arse. With the shorts rolled mostly down, he turned her around and kissed her all out the lips; she opened her mouth, and they kissed profoundly, her hands stroking his body as he detached his pants.

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."

"But he didn't say I couldn't sample the merchandise first." She dropped the hose, letting it snake across the wet tiles, and shoved me back against the cold wall. She didn't wait for a response. She hiked up her own gray wool skirt, revealing powerful, silk-clad thighs. She forced me down until I was on my knees on the wet floor, my blue velvet collar soaking up the spray. She pressed her weight into me, and I could feel the intoxicating, heavy scent of her own slickness through her lace stockings. She shoved her fingers between her legs and then smeared the heat of herself across my lips.

“Good girl.” They didn’t talk about it. Late nights became quickies. She’d come home from a closing shift at 1 a.m., horny and restless. He’d be on the couch scrolling his phone. She’d straddle him without preamble—shorts shoved aside, his sweatpants pushed down just enough. Sink onto his cock right there, ride him fast and quiet until they both came—her biting his shoulder to muffle the moans, him gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.

Together, they formed a circle of seduction, their scents—jasmine, musk, and lust—enveloping me. “Newcomer?” the brunette purred, stepping closer, her hand brushing my arm, sending shivers through me. I nodded, heart racing, my nipples hardening under the silk. “Let’s welcome her,” the blonde teased, guiding me to a plush chaise, the others closing in. The brunette kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring mine, while the redhead lifted my dress, her fingers tracing my thighs, slipping under my panties to rub my clit.

He felt fast action was vital,so he tried to twist the cyclist's head back to it's proper position,BREAKING THE BIKER'S NECK! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!