This is a compilation of short erotica stories that cuts across genders and sexual preferences. Are you the Bdsm type? Or you want something a bit tamer or in between? Then this book is for you! Come check it out!
This is a compilation of short erotica stories that cuts across genders and sexual preferences. Are you the Bdsm type? Or you want something a bit tamer or in between? Then this book is for you! Come check it out!
Yasmine's diary entry:
Rob's stepdaddy is back from his travels and I have to say that he is so hot. The moment I saw him, my pussy began to throb. He has a huge cock as I could see the outline of it in his pants. I know, I know, he is my boyfriend's step-dad and I shouldn't be such a cockwhore. I should stop having such thoughts but can you blame me? Rob doesn't know how to handle my insatiable cunt so most times I have to find other means to help myself. Maybe his stepdaddy will be interested?
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Later That Day:
I bit my lips lustfully as I saw Stefan, Rob's stepfather, walked into the living room where I was watching TV.
Stefan had white hair and white beard which only added elegance to his looks. He was also very muscular and I am sure he had a thick cock as well.
I made sure my ample breasts were showing as he made his way towards me.
"Can I help you with anything, Stefan?" I asked.
He sat beside me. "Not at all, Yasmine. I must say that it's so nice to meet you. Can't believe Rob now has a girlfriend. He used to be so shy with girls. I guess I've been away for too long."
"You should be proud of him. He's doing well for himself." I said, but I was barely paying attention. I was wondering what his cock would feel like pounding into my pussy as I spread my legs wide open for him. A moan escaped me.
"Yasmine?"
I brought my attention back to him sharply.
"Are you okay?" Stefan asked.
"Yes," I lied, but I wasn't okay. My pussy was now wet and was aching with need.
Stefan watched the little beauty in front of him with a twitching cock. When last had he been with a woman or someone who looked so fresh and lovely?
But this was his son's girlfriend and was off-limits. He tried to calm his hard cock.
"So tell me how school is. No troubles?"
"Just a little bit from some of my professors." They also wanted to get into my pussy.
Pretentiously, I coughed, and my breasts bobbed.
"Are you okay?"
"Water." I fake gasped.
He quickly got me a cup of water and helped raised it to my mouth.
"Thank you." I deliberately let the water drip down my chests and I watched as his eyes trailed down my breasts
"Oops. Clumsy me."
"I have an handkerchief. " He offered.
I took it from him and dabbed at my breasts, sliding the hanky down between my full breasts.
Stefan's eyes dilated.
Our eyes met and he cursed, looking away. I stepped forward and took both of his hands, making them cup my breasts.
At this point, I knew I had him so I took off my shirt, showing him my full, braless breasts.
He hesitated just one second before bringing his head down and slipping a nipple into his mouth.
I groaned.
His fingers roamed down and his fingers parted my wet dripping pussy lips and slipped inside of me. Then he brought his head back up and looked into my eyes.
"Are you sure you want this?"
I answered boldly. "Yes."
With that, he laid me down on the sofa, parting my legs as he did so. I watched as he undid his belt and brought out his hard enormous cock.
I whimpered at the sight of it. I couldn't wait to have it in my pussy.
Gently, he entered into me.
"Fuck me now," I said, impatient to sate the need of my dripping wet cunt.
With one thrust, he began and I grabbed his forearms, holding on him as he pounded into me, his balls slapping my ass.
Stefan grunted. "Your pussy is wide and juicy. The perfect size for me." He continued grunting as he thrusted his cock at my pussy "Fuck. You feel so good. So, so good."
His moves were fast and rough, just the way I loved to be fuck.
He continued his moves and my breasts bounced as I watched his cock meeting my pussy.
"You enjoy watching me fuck you?"
"Yes." I groaned.
"Does my son fuck you as well as I do?"
"N-no," I stammered.
"Louder."
"No!" I screamed. "You fuck me better."
The answer pleased him. "You enjoy your boyfriend's stepdaddy's cock inside of you?"
"Yes, Daddy."
He stopped his fast movements and started driving in forcefully one at a time.
"I want this pussy wide and juicy for me again next time."
"Yes, Daddy." I replied. I was happy there was going to be a next time.
"Do you want more of Daddy's cock?"
"Yes. All the time." I answered. I know I was being a whore but I couldn't help but to enjoy watching him grind hard into my pussy, his enormous cock spreading me wide open.
"Yes, yes, Daddy. Fuck me harder!" I screamed, not knowing what I was saying. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
I continued screaming as my juices poured out of me and a minute later, he came too, spilling his cum on my face. I smiled as I tasted his delicious cum. "I can't wait to do this again, Daddy."
"Me, too, baby. You were so delicious. Your pussy was so juicy and ready to take me. Does Rob enjoys your pussy as I do?"
I paused a minute before I answered. "He does not really understand how to pleasure my cunt, but he tries his best."
Stefan nodded. "Anytime you need me, just come find me."
"Yes, Daddy." I replied, happy that I now had another cock at my disposal.
Evelyn, a wolfless girl, is treated as nothing more than dirt by the whole pack because of her status. Nobody wants to to associated with a wolfless girl and they made sure to remind her of it everytime. Her biggest bully, however, is Dylan - the Alpha's son, so Evelyn is helpless to his taunts and bullying. She endures it all, the hope of finding her mate soon being the only thing that keeps her soul up but what happens when her mate turns out to be the man that has been making her life hell? What happens when her mate turns out to be none other than Dylan himself?
"Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress. With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap. Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell. On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered. When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling."
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
My husband, Ethan Vance, made me his trophy wife. My best friend, Susanna Thorne, helped me pick out my wedding dress. Together, they made me a fool. For three years, I was Mrs. Ethan Vance, a decorative silence in his billion-dollar world, living a quiet routine until a forgotten phone charger led me to his office. The low, feminine laugh from behind his door was a gut-punch; inside, I found Ethan and Susanna, my "best friend" and his CMO, tangled on his sofa, his only reaction irritation. My divorce declaration brought immediate scorn and threats. I was fired, my accounts frozen, and publicly smeared as an unstable gold-digger. Even my own family disowned me for my last cent, only for me to be framed for assault and served a restraining order. Broke, injured, and utterly demonized, they believed I was broken, too ashamed to fight. But their audacious betrayal and relentless cruelty only forged a cold, unyielding resolve. Slumped alone, a restraining order in hand, I remembered my hidden journal: a log of Ethan's insider trading secrets. They wanted a monster? I would show them one.
Life was a bed of roses for Debra, the daughter of Alpha. That was until she had a one-night stand with Caleb. She was sure he was her mate as determined by Moon Goddess. But this hateful man refused to accept her. Weeks passed before Debra discovered that she was pregnant. Her pregnancy brought shame to her and everyone she loved. Not only was she driven out, but her father was also hunted down by usurpers. Fortunately, she survived with the help of the mysterious Thorn Edge Pack. Five years passed and Debra didn't hear anything from Caleb. One day, their paths crossed again. They were both on the same mission-carrying out secret investigations in the dangerous Roz Town for the safety and posterity of their respective packs. Caleb was still cold toward her. But as time went on, he fell head over heels in love with her. He tried to make up for abandoning her, but Debra wasn't having any of it. She was hell-bent on hiding her daughter from him and also making a clean break. What did the future hold for the two as they journeyed in Roz Town? What kind of secrets would they find? Would Caleb win Debra's heart and get to know his lovely daughter? Find out!
I had just survived a private jet crash, my body a map of violet bruises and my lungs still burning from the smoke. I woke up in a sterile hospital room, gasping for my husband's name, only to realize I was completely alone. While I was bleeding in a ditch, my husband, Adam, was on the news smiling at a ribbon-cutting ceremony. When I tracked him down at the hospital's VIP wing, I didn't find a grieving husband. I found him tenderly cradling his ex-girlfriend, Casie, in his arms, his face lit with a protective warmth he had never shown me as he carried her into the maternity ward. The betrayal went deeper than I could have imagined. Adam admitted the affair started on our third anniversary-the night he claimed he was stuck in London for a merger. Back at the manor, his mother had already filled our planned nursery with pink boutique bags for Casie's "little princess." When I demanded a divorce, Adam didn't flinch. He sneered that I was "gutter trash" from a foster home and that I'd be begging on the streets within a week. To trap me, he froze my bank accounts, cancelled my flight, and even called the police to report me for "theft" of company property. I realized then that I wasn't his partner; I was a charity case he had plucked from obscurity to manage his life. To the Hortons, I was just a servant who happened to sleep in the master bedroom, a "resilient" woman meant to endure his abuse in silence while the whole world laughed at the joke that was my marriage. Adam thought stripping me of his money would make me crawl back to him. He was wrong. I walked into his executive suite during his biggest deal of the year and poured a mug of sludge over his original ten-million-dollar contracts. Then, right in front of his board and his mistress, I stripped off every designer thread he had ever paid for until I was standing in nothing but my own silk camisole. "You can keep the clothes, Adam. They're as hollow as you are." I grabbed my passport, turned my back on his billions, and walked out of that glass tower barefoot, bleeding, and finally free.
Sawyer, the world's top arms dealer, stunned everyone by falling for Maren—the worthless girl no one respected. People scoffed. Why chase a useless pretty face? But when powerful elites began gathering around her, jaws dropped. "She's not even married to him yet—already cashing in on his power?" they assumed. Curious eyes dug into Maren's past... only to find she was a scientific genius, a world-renowned medical expert, and heiress to a mafia empire. Later, Sawyer posted online. "My wife treats me like the enemy. Any advice?"
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