روايات وقصص ضمن Short Stories Of Hot Romance

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

Conversation flowed: her daughter’s latest drawings, his work stresses, shared laughter over bad restaurant stories. But underneath it all ran a current of tension. Every glance lingered. Every accidental brush of hands while clearing plates sent sparks racing. When the plates were cleared and they moved to the wide leather couch with fresh glasses of wine, the air grew thicker. Alex set his glass down and turned toward her. “I meant what I said about going slow,” he murmured. “But if you want this… I want you, Elena. All of you.” She looked at him—really looked. The desire in his eyes mirrored her own sleepless nights. Rules be damned. She leaned in and kissed him.

“You raced out of there so fast, you had me worried that you were about to miss your hot date.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re the only one who has hot dates at ten in the morning.” “They’re just dates, sweetheart; they’re not hot to me at all.” He leaned closer to her then, his eyes drinking in her soft pouty lips, and almond shaped eyes. “I’m really just biding my time until I can convince a certain hot Creative Director to go out with me.” “Yes, well I’m sure your last Russian model girlfriend—ahhh, what

I hаd mу fingеrѕ in my fiancee’s рuѕѕу during the еntirе ѕtоrу. I couldn't just help myself. By the time she was done telling her story, my dick was throbbing painfully, and I swear her pussy had gotten wetter. My fingers were covered in her arousal. Damn, those two lesbians had turned my fiancee into a horny dog in heat and banged her in a fucking public toilet at a club, and she fucking loved it. I could tell from the excitement swimming in her eyes.

They talked about their feelings for each other, and they Both confessed that they were falling in love. As the night went on, they made love again, this time in the hot tub. They were both so passionate and in love, and they couldn't get enough of each other. The rest of their weekend vacation was filled with more romantic moments, more exploration, and more love. They went on hikes, visited local markets, and even went parasailing. But the best moments were the ones they spent together, talking, laughing, and making love.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

By sunset, that ache had turned into a throbbing, dripping need. No boyfriend. No rules. Just seven days to be a greedy, horny slut. I grabbed the resort tablet and opened the Concierge app. Private Companions. I selected exactly what I wanted: Male. Very tall. Extremely muscular. Hung like a fucking horse. Expert tongue and stamina. No limits. One night. I hit submit, already soaked. Thirty minutes later, a firm knock sounded at the door. I opened it and felt my pussy clench at the sight of him.

At Ava’s bra which barely contained her massive tits, Liam’s undone jeans, Ethan’s bare chest and heavy briefs. “It’s my deepest, dirtiest fantasy. I want…I want in.” Liam’s eyes darkened. He sat up, easing Ava off his lap with gentle hands. He crossed the room in two strides, stopping close enough that I smelled cedar and heat. His thumb bruId a melting snowflake from my jaw. “Then let tonight be the story you keep for yourself,” he said. “No readers. Just us.” Ava was already moving, bare feet silent. I stopped behind me, fingers tugging the hem of my sweater. “Arms up.”

Damien roared and followed, pumping rope after rope of cum so deep she felt it in her womb. He collapsed over her, still buried inside, and kissed the tears from her cheeks. His hand slid down to cup her cum-filled pussy possessively as they drifted off. “Mine,” he whispered into her hair. Isabella closed her eyes, chest tight with something far more dangerous than hate.

He had a lean body so she never realized how good it might look under those clothes. "Can I get a kiss now?" He leaned making Summer cupped his afce and planted few soft kisses all over his face. Ginga chuckled as this was not what he actually thought of. "How many kisses I have left?" Summer asked him who counted something in his mind. "587..." "What ...how?" Summer was confused They started with 100 kisses but everyday, these kisses only increase instead of decreasing. "Well, you promised a kiss for the ride and here I am sitting with you so...."