Ero stories: cunnilingus - Short erotic stories

These are “Ero stories” , without “ticos” because they are as short as they are intense. Brenda B. Lennox signs this fresh and forceful, explicit and elegant narrative.

Today, two of cunnilingus. Keep reading below and enjoy.

Food - Short Erotic Story (1)

“Didn't you say you were going to set the table?”

I placed both rabid dishes and spilled some Vichyssoise . I ran my fingers over the edge and when I went to clean them you demanded “GIVE THEM”. The desire that clouded your eyes dragged them into your mouth and you sucked greedily.

  • Of course yes.

You served me for the banquet. The knife tore my dress. My flesh opened, trembling. The cold cream you poured through my body tore a shiver of pleasure. The nipples, frozen, burned under your tongue that followed the streams to my belly. There was no more Vichyssoise on my lips, but yours beat my cream like an expert chef . My fingers were nailed to your neck and yours inside me. One penetrated my ass and, when I shouted your name, it curled up. You sucked the vulva, you bit the folds, you licked my guts like an animal.

“To or will come,” I groaned without conviction.

You clung to my hip, you swallowed my sex and, with an agonized groan, I ran. You licked the cream that dripped on your lips and approaching the other plate, you whispered:

  • I'm still hungry .

Surrender - Short Erotic Story (2)

You want me. You will deceive everyone but never me. Not you. For many excuses you invent. For many doors you close. For many escapes to nowhere. You can not escape. You go around in circles like a caged animal. You bite your leg, but the snare imprisons to the bone. The hook is stuck in the bottom of your gills. You suffocate, agonized, only I can give you back the air. You know. I know you know it. And I also. Your body speaks to mine even if your throat is quiet. Let me shout the order. I will obey. Tear off my clothes and prejudices. Nail the fangs and savor the blood. Mark my back with your steely nails. Hold me up with the palm until I get a plea. Get on your knees. Spread my legs and bite my thighs. Pulling the hair that adorns my pubis. Play with your lips until your fingers shine. Until my vulva is an elusive fish. Until the hunger urges you. Wreck on the island that emerges in the center. Lick, slowly, every recess. Penetrates with the tongue to the bottom of my sex. Suck my salt. Don't stop even if my legs shake. Don't stop until I've run. Don't stop until I turn around. Then fuck me.