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Sometimes you don't have the time or the desire for a long story with an introduction, plot, and slow buildup. Sometimes you want the main thing right away.

This category is for such moments. Short, hot stories that get straight to the point, without unnecessary beating around the bush. You can read them in a few minutes, just enough to raise your pulse and bring your imagination back to where you left it.

That doesn't mean they are shallow. In just a few lines, there can be tension that takes your breath away; it's just all condensed, without any empty moments. If you're looking for something quick and hot instead of a long evening with a book, you're in the right place.

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Honoré Gabriel Riqueti Mirabeau: The Raised Curtain or Laurin's Upbringing
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Honoré Gabriel Riqueti Mirabeau: The Raised Curtain or Laurin's Upbringing

When I came to myself, my surprise was great when I, feeling around in the same place, realized that I was completely wet. At first, I was very disturbed, but it dispersed the memory of the pleasure I had felt, and the special dream that had brought me pleasant images of my father caressing Lucette during the night. I was still sleeping when he came to wake me the next day with his embraces, which I returned with interest.

Erica Jong: Fanny - A True Story of the Adventures of Fanny Hackabout-Jones
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Erica Jong: Fanny - A True Story of the Adventures of Fanny Hackabout-Jones

He caught his fiery, raging member in his hand (which was immediately smeared with capon fat), and parting Polly's lower lips, red as rubies, he thrust it into her lovely opening straight to the hilt; then Polly sighed deeply, more from pleasure than from pain, and it even seemed as if she was helping him by thrusting her thighs forward.

The Student of the Reverend Father of Avignon
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The Student of the Reverend Father of Avignon

The girl was no longer calm, but the presence of her godmother and de Valbouillant covered her with redness and confusion. Mrs. de Valbouillant, seizing the opportunity, guessing what excites her husband, said:<br>- Let’s show this child how it should be done. With this example, she soon persuaded the innocent one, whom I had already placed in the most suitable position for sacrifice.

Charles Bukowski: South of the Place Where There Is No North
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Charles Bukowski: South of the Place Where There Is No North

Robert's first desire - when he started thinking about such things - was to sneak into a wax museum one evening and make love to the wax ladies. Yet, that seemed too dangerous. He limited himself to making love to statues and dolls in his sexual fantasies and lived in his world of imagination. One day he stopped at a traffic light and looked at the store's door. It was one of those stores that sold everything - records, sofas, books, trinkets, kitsch. He saw her standing in a long red dress. She wore rimless glasses, she was well-built - dignified and sexy as they used to be. A real classy cat. And then the green light came on and he had to move on. Robert parked a street away and walked to the store. He stood outside at the kiosk and watched her. Even her eyes seemed real, and her lips were very pronounced, small and pouty.

Robert Alley: Last Tango in Paris
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Robert Alley: Last Tango in Paris

Jeanne said: "I thought you had left." "I closed the door," he said, and then slowly walked towards her, looking at her wide-open, bulging, and water-blue eyes from which radiated more resignation than fear. "Have I perhaps made a mistake?"

Henry Miller: Capricorn's Turn
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Henry Miller: Capricorn's Turn

She was mumbling something about the open door, but I didn't want to risk letting her slip from my grasp. Instead, I slowly turned around and gradually maneuvered her to the door, closing it with her backside. I locked it with my free hand, led her to the middle of the room, unzipped my fly with my free hand, pulled out my cock, and positioned it properly. She was still so drunk with sleep that I felt like I was dealing with a doll. Yet I understood that she was actually enjoying the thought of being fucked in a half-sleep.

Vitomil Zupan: Menuet for Guitar
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Vitomil Zupan: Menuet for Guitar

I don't remember how I turned her onto the stove and pressed down on her with all my strength, without any thoughts, without any awareness, in some kind of fog, I kissed her on the mouth, we sucked each other in, I buried myself in her, and in a wild rhythm we both climaxed at the same time. I stayed on her, just laid my head on her hair, and she whispered in my ear, but probably very loudly, or maybe it just seemed that way to me, her voice became hoarse, deeper, she trembled beneath me and I felt the contractions of her vagina on my member.

Jay Greene: Chico
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Jay Greene: Chico

As I stared at the stage, I felt my throat dry up. My eyes were glued to those strong, golden thighs and the force between them. To that long, thick cock. And to those two balls that swayed gently beneath it. The crown of thick black hair spread around like a black halo. My palms began to sweat, and I felt my dick stirring in my pants.

Jerzy Kosinski: Cockpit
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Jerzy Kosinski: Cockpit

I pressed her hard. With one hand I still held her mouth, while with the other I went under her nightgown. She tried to push me away, but I reminded her to think of her husband, and she stopped resisting. I caressed and kissed her, but I did not enter her. An hour later, I lowered myself to the floor, whispered to her that I would come every night, and slowly crawled through the door, dragging myself across the floor until I reached my bed.

Charles Bukowski: Factotum
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Charles Bukowski: Factotum

Consumed by inhuman frenzy, she did not relent. I began to climax. It was as if she was sucking the insides out of a snake caught in a trap. Her frenzy was mixed with madness; she swallowed the sperm while gargling and rinsing her throat with it.<br>She continued to bob her head and suck.<br>- Martha! Stop! It's over!

Pierre Louys: The Wayward Daughters I
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Pierre Louys: The Wayward Daughters I

The words she had just directed at me and her obvious determination emboldened me to rush at her. Yet I did not believe that things would proceed so dizzyingly fast. - What is your name? - she said. - X... I am twenty years old. And what is your name?

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