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You’ll find me, most of the time, reading short stories or novellas. They’re perfect for a quick read when you have a little bit of time to do something you enjoy. When you need a break from your daily life problems. And erotic short stories? They are even better. Stay for the fun, the steam, and the kink.
If you are into everything I’ve been saying, this list is quite perfect for you. I promise you won’t be able to stop reading these stories until you are done with the last page. Let’s take a look at 15 of the best erotic short stories you need to read right now. (You can also find more here !)
Who doesn’t love a good roommates romance? Meka James is the master of short erotic goodness, and Being Hospitable is just what the doctor offered.
Kiki Jenkins is doing her best friend a favor by opening her home to his younger sister. She never expected the younger sister to become a temptation! Charley wants to be seen as more than her brother’s little sister…especially by Kiki Jenkins.
An all-time favorite book and one of the winners of The Ripped Bodice Award for Excellence in Romance Fiction , this little novella is simply wonderful.
Navaya and Xander have been friends since they were babies. When Navaya proposes to Xander they have a little sexy fun between the sheets so she finally gets some inspiration for her erotic novels, Xander gets a little bit confused. I mean, he has never looked at her in that light and neither has she. But when a magical second kiss lights up their insides, this whole thing changes immediately.
Katee Robert has become one of my favorite authors to one-click. A new book by her just dropped? Let me just get…that…quickly. And this series is something I can never get enough of.
Lily found out her fiancé cheated on her, so what does she do? She tries to seduce her former father-in-law! Yup, you heard that right. Lily has one weekend to get her revenge, but maybe one weekend isn’t enough time, because now everything is feeling way too real between her and Shane.
I love this short story so very much. And it also has a sequel, Midnight Stroke , which probably is way sexier than this one! Both are incredible and so enjoyable you won’t be able to stop reading.
Harper and Trent have a tradition: They only see each other on their birthdays. And only to have a sexy wild night together. But this year, Trent is ready to take that next step and finally ask Harper to have a date with him, so what’s gonna happen? You’ll have to read and find out!
Chencia Higgins writes some of the best erotic stories, and you aren’t ready to meet Rhone and Malina.
Malina split with her boyfriend, and though she thought it was a very amicable split, she later is told by Blaine, her ex, that her brain wasn’t up to Harvard-level standards. She wants him to eat his words, so she is determined to get that degree. Lucky for her, it doesn’t take long to find a professor on the popular website, JustOneNight.com.
The whole So Over the Holidays series could fit in this category. They all are erotic romance novellas set over some holidays. I’m going to be highlighting the newest one, Party Favors , which is set over New Year’s!
Online friends meet for the first time at a New Year’s Eve ball. Amanda is tired of doing what’s expected of her. She also doesn’t want to go to her mother’s ball with a date her mother picked herself. So she decides to invite her online friend Wren instead, but they didn’t expect the spark of attraction they would feel when they met face-to-face.
Celeste has no plans for the holidays, so she decides to spend her break with her roommate and her roommate’s parents. Mr. and Mrs. Yu look like the typical suburban couple, but Celeste is lusting after them hard. Her mind is going places she doesn’t know if she can make real, but you bet she’s going to try.
A smutty historical romance novella you need in your life. If possible, right now.
The Fentons have it all: wealth, position, and a union that the ton believes is the most perfect of all. But what the ton doesn’t know is that their smiles hide a marriage that is broken by pretense. When artist Mr. Clayton Irving asks Lady Susanna to paint her for one of his sensual portraits, maybe the Fenton union can be saved after all. And maybe three is better than two.
It’s Santa’s big night. He is not only delivering gifts, though. Traveling around the globe, he takes his time to deliver meaningful gifts to people, estranged spouses, or even matching up unrequited loves. Santa is here for every single person.
But he is definitely having some fun first. In each chapter, you meet new characters who Santa is visiting.
A fun Halloween erotic novella! Shae Sanders continues to enchant me with everything she publishes.
Trick is about Denard and Tyra going on a first date…that goes terribly wrong. But maybe that was the plan all along?
When you are so fed up with your boss and your workplace, what do you do? You walk out. You quit! Fate has other plans for her, though, because now she’s stuck in her house with her ex-boss. All because of the bad weather.
The forced proximity forces them to be true to each other. They realize that all of these misunderstandings can be solved really easily…
You can also sample some authors’ writing before buying their full novels! A few of them have free erotic short stories on their websites that you can read quickly before going to bed:


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The best way to get over an awful ex? By hooking up with someone you've wanted for years.
I 've finally finished unpacking. Propping a photograph on the window ledge by my bed, I glance round at my new flat. The plant that Nicki bought me as a moving in present sits next to an empty bottle of Cava and two ancient champagne flutes, remnants of our celebrations last night. A bed, two stacks of books and a bulging clothes rail make this half of the flat look overcrowded already. A second hand sofa acts as a divide between the 'bedroom' and the 'kitchen', consisting of a coffee table, three deep purple floor cushions (borrowed from the café where I work) and a 1970s kitchenette that I can't wait to repaint.
This is my new studio flat containing everything that I own in the world. To a stranger, it might look pathetic, but to me it's perfect.
After a relationship that should have ended a lot sooner, I finally broke up with my boyfriend of three years three months ago. I've been couch surfing ever since I moved out and it feels incredible to finally have my own space. I've craved this opportunity for so long that I don't mind forking out the extra rent for a studio flat. Now that I've finally bagged a serious job, it's time to have a place of my own as well.
The last year with my ex was unbearable. He'd always been jealous, but the further we grew apart, the more suffocating his possessiveness became. If I went out without him I'd have to 'forget' my phone to avoid getting fifty arsey texts and having to reassure him that no, I hadn't danced with any guys, and yes, it was a crap night without him. It got so bad that I stopped wanting to see my closest friends – even a night with Nicki would result in a fight.
But the worst sacrifice I made was losing contact with Tom. Nicki's my oldest friend, but Tom was my closest. I met him at my first Saturday job, waitressing at his Dad's restaurant. He made me laugh on my very first shift and we were inseparable from that moment on, always slinking off on our breaks with bottles of half-finished wine and tasting each course, "just to make sure that it's OK for the customers". Little did I know that my weekend job would inspire my future career. But even then I guessed that my partner in crime would be a friend for life.
Tom is one of those drop dead gorgeous guys that every girl wants to go out with. Predictably, he's had a string of pretty, dull girlfriends for as long as I've known him. There's nothing between us, we're just friends, but try telling my ex that. We had so many fights over Tom that I stopped seeing him and allowed us to drift apart completely.
"There's nothing between us, we're just friends, but try telling my ex that"
Alright, there was one time when I wondered whether anything would happen between us. We'd been on holiday together to stay with his aunty in Spain. We had so much fun spending long, lazy days on the beach, sipping cold beers with countless bocadillos. It was one of the only times in eight years of friendship that neither of us were in a relationship. In fact, I was only there to stand in for a girlfriend he'd broken up with days before.
The night before we went home he dared me to go skinny-dipping. We were sitting on the pier where one of the restaurants had placed a few tables up by the water's edge. I knew he thought I'd never do it and I was more than a little tipsy so I pulled my strapless dress off there and then and jumped straight in. The water was freezing and I rushed to the surface, squealing.
Tom was bent over with laughter. Reaching down to pull me up out of the water, he gripped me in his tanned arms and a wave of electricity ran between us. I hadn't been wearing a bra and, as I clambered up to him, I realised my tiny knickers were see-through from the water. Of course I felt self-conscious, but as his eyes flickered along my body, lingering on my hardened nipples, I almost forgot my embarrassment. I wanted him to look at me, I felt like it was the first time that he'd really seen me. A wave of energy rushed through me, tingling between my thighs. If I hadn't seen the waiter walking over just then, well, I don't know for certain, but I felt sure he'd have kissed me.
I pulled my dress on before I was seen and we sat back down to finish our drinks, but the atmosphere had changed completely. Every other night we'd been howling with laughter and taking the piss out of each other. Suddenly we were quiet, the air between us heavy with expectancy. I remember how excited I felt, but also how frustrated I was that this was only happening now, the night before we went home.
On our way back to his auntie's apartment, he put his arm around me, a gesture that he'd repeated a hundred times, but this one it was different, more tentative, his fingers gently circling my sun-kissed shoulder. My heart was pounding, my senses felt heightened. The smell of salt water in my hair was mingling with the subtle scent of his skin. The humid night air felt like it was closing in on me with sound of music and people and chatting in the restaurants that we passed. Everything was intensified and unreal. My mind was already in his auntie's flat, me sat on the edge of her dining table with him stood kissing my neck, pushing my dress up to my waist and slipping inside me. Tom, my best friend Tom, licking the salt water off my skin and biting down on my breasts.
But none of that was meant to be. His aunty was waiting for us with a room full of friends and neighbours. In front of this crowd of people, we slipped straight back into our familiar roles, Jess and Tom, totally platonic friends.
"Tom, my best friend Tom, licking the salt water off my skin and biting down on my breasts"
I wasn't able to sleep that night though; it was infuriating knowing that he was lying there in the next room, tantalisingly close. I imagined him naked in bed, fighting with the blanket in the heat, as sleepless as me. I couldn't stand it, the desire that he'd awakened in me had to be released. I slipped my fingers between my legs and imagined Tom's strong hands running up my thighs, his hot, hard lips and soft, wet tongue inside me. I bit down on my lip and clenched the sheets. With the thought of him, hard and thick, pulsing inside of me, I reached a shuddering orgasm, before falling into a frustrated sleep.
I kiss goodbye to Andreas and Peter and bolt the door of the cafe behind them as they walk out into the dark night. It's been a long, busy day and they've earned their tips, showing every customer the enthusiasm that we take pride in at Te Quiero. When the owner told me that he wanted to take a step back to start a new venture, I wouldn't stop at the pay rise he offered me, I reeled off my ideas for a renovation and insisted on being made a shareholder. It's a tiny amount, but it makes a massive difference. I no longer feel as though I'm throwing my energy into someone else's project. I'm doing this for me and it's given me the confidence to turn my life around.
"I'm doing this for me and it's given me the confidence to turn my life around"
I walk through to the little back office, checking off the changes I've made with pride. The wall that I've dedicated for local artists to exhibit their work on is constantly changing. A portrait of a proud, moustachioed man with friendly eyes reminds me of Tom's dad. I log in to Facebook at the office computer, welcoming the mindless distraction that will help me to switch off after a busy day. I click onto Tom's profile page and have a flick through his pictures. This has become a habit lately, before I know it, I find I've wasted half an hour looking at pictures of Tom on a beach in Thailand surrounded by bikinied girls, Tom on the back of a motorbike straddling one of his mates, Tom's familiar, magnetic grin, Tom at a food market bartering. Then, "Hi stranger" - a live message from the man himself – pops up in the corner of my screen.
I blush guiltily; does he know that I've been stalking him?
I walk to the bus stop with a spring in my step. I've missed Tom so much, the way he makes me laugh, his surprising shyness if I ever succeed in making him blush, the midnight feasts that we'd make after a night out. I've been kicking myself for sacrificing our friendship, all for my ex's ego. I can finally see how futile it was. Nothing I did or didn't do would have made him have faith in me. And Tom is the only guy that I've ever had a real, uncomplicated friendship with. Well, mostly uncomplicated.
I've got the next day off and spend the morning pottering around in Camden Market. In my mind, I plan what meal I'll pick out for Tom when he comes to the café, deciding that halloumi with chorizo, apricot and a green bean salad will be the perfect combination. I try to see Te Quiero through his eyes. How will he see me now I'm finally realising my ambition to run my own restaurant?
After finding a 1930s mirror, a cashmere throw and a box of wine glasses for the flat, I cart my new purchases back on the bus. When I get to the door of my building there's a tall, tanned man holding a massive bunch of sunflowers at my door. It's Tom, grinning at me widely.
"House warming present," he says as I carelessly drop my bags at my feet and wrap my arms around him.
"Oh my god, thank you. How did you know where I lived? You look so well? These are so beautiful," I cry, ecstatic and flustered and utterly surprised.
"I went to your café and you weren't there, so I called Nicki and she gave me your address."
By this point we're climbing the stairs to my flat. I'm juggling the flowers and all of my bags. Tom looks awkward, as though he doesn't know what to do with his hands.
I show him into my studio and feel suddenly self-conscious.
"I've only just moved in, there's a lot of work to do on it yet," I say, apologetically.
"It's great, Jess," he says. He's not looking at the room at all but staring at me, really staring.
"You're gorgeous." I say. Not "You look well." Or "How are you?" All I can come up with is the truth. He's tanned, toned and bigger than I remember him being, he seems to fill the whole flat, towering above me.
He doesn't say anything but cups my chin in his hand, stroking my cheek with his thumb. I freeze. I don't know how to react, I don't want to breeze over this gesture and spoil the moment. I want to press myself up against his hard, warm body. This is not the Tom that I remember. It's disorientating that he can seem at once so familiar and so utterly new and exciting.
I can feel how much he means it and I rush towards him for a hug, but as I go to press my face into his chest he lifts it upwards gently and kisses me full on the mouth.
''As I go to press my face into his chest he lifts it upwards gently and kisses me on the mouth"
In that moment I'm undone. My desire floods to the surface and my hands run up to his face, kissing him fast and hard. He meets each of my kisses, pulling me closer, his hands up under my T-shirt, bringing every inch of skin to life with his touch. We pull each other's tops off, hungrily, as he pushes me down to the floor, undressing and kissing me all at once. When I'm right down to my pants, opening my legs to him, he stops, kneeling above me, his chest rippling above the waistband of his jeans.
"I've waited so long for this moment, let's not rush it," he says, lifting my foot up to his mouth and kissing each of my toes. He moves up along the inside of my legs, licking and kissing and stroking my skin with his cheek. He is everything that I've ever fantasised about and more. As he kisses my stomach, he slides his hand inside of me and he must feel how aroused I am, because he groans.
"You're beautiful, Jess," he whispers in my ear, "so beautiful."
And I feel it. More beautiful than I've ever felt in my life. My hips are raised off the floor, tense and expectant, willing him to go deeper and deeper inside of me. He answers each of my groans but then teases me, withdrawing his fingers with a stroke and entering again until I'm ready to explode.
I reach into his jeans and tug at him, but he keeps whispering, "Not yet Jess, not yet." He waits until I come, waves of pleasure surging through me, and with his hand still inside of me he turns me over onto all fours, pulling me up onto his lap so that I'm kneeling with my back to him. I expect him to take his hand away but he leaves it in there, slowly stroking me, reaching further and further with his fingertips whilst his other hand kneads my breast, kissing my back the whole time. Another
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