Erotic stories

It started with her lips. Soft, full, painted in a shade that promised sin. They hovered close, teasing, not quite touching, until they did. And when they did, it was like fire under skin. Her kiss wasn’t gentle. It was hungry. Juicy, wet, open-mouthed, tasting me like she’d been starving for it. Her tongue slipped past mine with ease, confident, playful, like she already knew how to make me…

I saw her on a quiet morning, the kind where the world feels too soft to be real. She stood by the edge of the park, golden-haired, like morning itself had decided to wear a body. Her eyes met mine, and neither of us looked away. No smile, no shy glance, just that bold, electric pull. I don’t remember walking toward her. I only remember the way the air changed when we stood close, warmer,…

Steam rises from my coffee cup, warm against my lips, but not as warm as the thoughts stirring in me, as I see her gliding down my street like a living ache, wrapped in a dress that clings too close, too right. She moves like she knows I’m watching. Maybe she does. Maybe she wants me to. Each step writes stories across my skin scenarios thick with sweat and breath and the sound of her moaning…

“To the One I Never Stopped Loving” Until I met you, I thought I knew what love was, but what I feel for you now is beyond imagination. I love every particle of you—every dark or bright place, every gesture, every word, everything you are and everything you do. You are in everything, and I love it all. Your voice, your smile, the light in your eyes melt me completely. I literally feel as though…

Chapter 1: A Home of My Own The house in Orava was never just about money. Of course, the numbers made sense—trading an apartment in Bratislava for something I could shape with my own hands, free from the weight of loans and obligations. Something permanent. But deeper than that, I needed to carve out a space in the world that was entirely mine, one where I wasn’t just another executive behind…

There are two kinds of men in this world. The ones who ask. And the ones who take. I have never been the kind of man who asks. It started young. Pain was my birthright, discipline beaten into my skin. My mother didn’t love. She controlled. Every birthday was a reminder—a ritualistic punishment, a tradition of suffering. When she threw me out at sixteen, I learned something that would shape me…

She loves to wear sexy revealing outfits in public. She loves it when people check her out. We have a liquor store near us that does not get a lot of business. This is perfect for her. She puts on a skimpy top that shows a lot of breast. Next, she wears a mini skirt that shows some of her ass. Nylons and high heels complete her outfit. She walks into the store and walks down the middle isle…

Lea is nervous. She can not concentrate on her lesson. It's the first time she chose to do something like this. "It's not like you", she said to herself "you're a good little girl! Why did you accept that offer?" Yet, when the teacher finally let them go, she walk all the way from the university to that hotel without even noticing. She was on autopilot, like hypnotized. She went up the floor he…

Katka knelt in the center of the room, her body bare except for the permanent collar that encircled her neck. It was no longer just a symbol—it was who she was. The room was quiet except for the sound of her breathing, steady and calm, as she waited for him. Her submission was no longer something she practiced; it was the essence of her being. She didn’t merely obey—she existed for him. He…