Stories Drawing Novels & Stories

With wide-eyed wonder, they traced the contours of a love story captured in faded photographs—the echoes of laughter, the shared glances, and the intricate dance of a past that seemed both distant and vivid. Amidst the flurry of preparations, we created a ritual—a nightly routine where we gathered on the living room floor, surrounded by a sea of open boxes. With crayons and paper in hand, we sketched our visions for the future, each drawing encapsulating the dreams and aspirations that defined us. Noah's sketches often featured towering skyscrapers and hidden treasures, while Olivia's delicate drawings depicted blooming gardens and intricate patterns.

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

It'd take five to seven drawings to complete the entire story. I was working on the first drawing today. It was called "A Pleasant Encounter". To put it simply, the drawing showed an ordinary Tudor woman's fateful meeting with a talented young nobleman during a celebration in town. The two of them fell in love with each other at first sight. A beautiful love story would then unravel.

She couldn't bear him anymore and wanted him to out of her life. “I'll not leave him today” She murmured. ************* The next day Caroline insisted my father to get her oversized photo portrait so that she could get it installed in the hallway. This was one of her wishes. She knew this would take a lot of time and my father won't return anytime soon. My father agreed and went with the driver to get the portrait. Caroline didn’t miss a single second and called one of the maids of our house. “Stella! Stella!” She yelled.

Laura: I’ve always been good at pretending. At school, I’m the quiet girl who gets straight A’s and smiles politely when teachers praise me. At home, I’m Daddy’s little helper—setting the table, folding laundry, saying “yes, sir” when he asks me to do something. But inside my head? It’s a different story. Lately, the thoughts won’t leave me alone.

EMMA My body was still trembling, thighs slick with our mixed juices, when Sarah lifted herself off me. Her face glistened with my cum, lips swollen and shiny. I lay there on the couch, naked and panting, my perky tits heaving, my shaved pussy still pulsing and leaking from the intense orgasm she’d just given me. Jake stood beside us, his thick cock still half-hard, glistening with the last drops of his own release. The sight of his cum streaking across Mom’s ass and my thighs made my clit throb all over again.

God. Everything was fine. Fair. Until the last page. Reasonable honestly. Then she froze. God. Because there was a drawing. Fair. A brand new drawing. Reasonable. Not hers. God. Definitely not hers. Fair. Just scribbles. Reasonable honestly. Lots of scribbles. God. Then one tiny stick figure. Fair. Then another tiny stick figure. Reasonable. Then a tiny circle. God. Everyone stared. Fair. Then Peanut pointed proudly.

They laughed together, a shared moment of relief in their otherwise stressful lives. When Katie returned home from school, she found Kat doodling in a sketchbook in the living room. Kat’s face lit up when she saw her sister, and she immediately begged Katie to tell her a story. "Please, Katie," Kat said, eyes wide with anticipation. "Tell me one of your stories." Katie smiled and settled next to Kat, flipping through the sketchbook. "Alright, how about the one with the brave knight and the dragon?" As Katie started the story, Tristan joined them, listening with rapt attention. The room filled with laughter and imaginative excitement as Katie wove her tale.