Ero stories: fellatio - Short erotic stories

Today, Brenda B. Lennox absorbs the intensity of eroticism and compresses it into two short stories of fellatio. Next, his stories were: Fiera and Refugio.

Fiera - Short Erotic Story (1)

It is insane, destructive, irrational. I wish you like an animal. My hunger is primitive, insatiable, voracious. I can not stop. I just want to fuck, fuck, FUCK. Feel him piercing my insides, invading me to the center of my chest, burning me with his lava until setting me on fire. But it is not enough, it never is.

I want to sink the claws into his chest, taste his flesh, chew up the marrow. He knows. I smell his fear even though he tries to tame me: a bridle, an order, another piece of meat. Sink your mouth in my sex until I run. It whips me until the pleasure of pain clouds me. He fucks me tirelessly until my legs falter. But it does not placate the beast that is still thirsty. It does not placate the beast that seeks his cock. It does not placate the beast bewitched by the fakir. And my tongue gets tangled up like a snake, I open the jaws and gobble it up to the throat, feed on it to the last drop. But I always want more, more, MORE.

It is insane, destructive, irrational. I wish you like an animal. My hunger is primitive, insatiable, voracious. I can not stop. I don't even want

Shelter - Short Erotic Story (2)

Your love's in a sacred place
The safest hiding place
My heart has been a lonely warrior before
Who's been to war
So you can be sure
The Safest Place, Sade

You had a bad day and abandoned yourself to sleep. I watch you in the gloom. You sleep with the placidity of a child. You look like an angel, even if the chasm overshadows your face. I stroke it. I wish I could erase the grooves that have carved memories, the enemies that lurk behind your back, the ghosts that populate your nightmares.

I want to protect you inside my body. Let my skin be an armor that fits all the blows. May the shadows that inhabit you bow before my light. And may you be the skeleton that supports me, the pillar that keeps me standing, the center of the tornado.

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My mouth welcomes your member. The lips catch him. You're still asleep, but he wakes up. It grows on my tongue, which describes in its flesh geometric figures. Circles, spirals, straight lines. I feel its hardness, the blood flowing through the veins. I suck, I suck, I suck … you wake up. You guide my head, move your hip and flood me.