If you've got a spring break trip coming up and are looking for a little hookup inspiration (or just enjoy living vicariously through other people's romantic encounters, as I do), look no further. Here are eight incredibly sexy tales of spring break make-out sessions (and so. Much. More.) to get you feeling inspired and possibly — OK, definitely — a little turned on. It’s 9:24pm and we’ve been prepping for this meeting since this afternoon. Everyone else in the office has long since left, so it’s just the two of us sitting side-by-side on the plush velvet. 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.

Ah, spring break. A time for taking shots of questionable liquor, sporting scanty bikinis, and of course, hooking up with strangers in the steamiest (and TBH, sweatiest) situations. The only challenge is remembering all of the sultry details of your sexy spring break stories after a couple of jumbo-sized margaritas... He nods. I hear him catch his breath as I reach across his lap. I laugh to myself — he didn’t think I was going to reach straight for his crotch did he? I close his computer and place it beside mine. Elizabeth*, 25 Do The Donkeys Make This Story Even Sexier? Is It Weird That I Think Yes? One time, I met this gorgeous British guy at a club in Santorini. We started making out outside of the club, at goodness knows what hour, when we were interrupted by, like, a parade of donkeys coming up the streets. I actually think the donkeys were taking out the trash? I was so drunk, IDK. No, it’s not that, I — ” Why is this so funny to me? I try to suppress another laugh as he stammers out the words.He spread her wide and she closed her eyes at the touch, lewd and lascivious and lovely, at once thankful for the darkness and quite desperate for the light. ‘Did you touch yourself?’

She inhaled, the breath ragged and not enough, and though it was he who knelt, it was she who confessed.’But I wanted to.’ Lacey*, 24 Seriously, Though. The Greek Isles Are (Apparently) Where It's At. I was on spring break in Mykonos, it was actually one of the first holidays I took after coming out. Anyway, I went to this gay club, and was suddenly surrounded by hot, European guys. One grabbed my hand right away, we started dancing and taking shots of Ouzo, and by the end of the night, we're having sex in the bathroom of the club. It was my first (and best) one-night stand ever. I still think about it to this day... Chencia Higgins writes some of the best erotic stories, and you aren’t ready to meet Rhone and Malina.I swear to god I can hear his heart beating. Or is that mine? I want him now. On this couch. Will having sex on it stain the velvet? I lie down on the couch as he pulls my dress up higher, looks at the grey thong underneath. His finger trails over my underwear and he realizes that I’m already wet. He’s right. He would. But something about it is endearing to me. There is something attractive about his genuine effort. His sincere appreciation. Daniela*, 24 Oh, And If Spring Break Hookups Aren't Your M.O., You Can Always Go This Route? Don't really have any steamy hook-up stories from spring break. I was just you're run-of-the-mill, gets-drunk-and-flashes-everyone kind of gal. Now he opened his clothing and took out his hard, eager sex, and mounting her he let it rest against her thigh as he continued to stroke her and work her.

We sit together on the couch in the corner of our office. It’s velvet. A dark emerald, situated in front of a brass coffee table. Our company’s way of decorating cool to stay relevant and retain Millennial talent.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. Hey there, I'm Mia. Welcome to Erotic Stories Podcast. Every Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday I tell you a sensual, erotic story. This a place to indulge and unleash your wildest fantasies. My stories are pure escapism and a chance for you to indulge in some sensual erotica when ever you feel in the mood. If you would like to send me any stories to read out, please send them to [email protected] Slowly, while he is watching, I close each tab on my computer. Then I close my laptop and place it on the coffee table.

Sadly, I've never been on a "spring break, woohoo!"kind of vacation. Most of my vacays in college were spent working or traveling with family, not meeting beautiful strangers at hotel bars or seedy night clubs. And while that certainly doesn't mean that I can't appreciate the magic of making out with cute guys in foreign countries, it does mean that I am dripping with envy after reading a few of these spring break hookup stories.

Jesus Christ, Jenny, it’s because I’ve been fantasizing about you saying those words for the past 6 months. You’re all I ever think about.” The laugh dies in my throat. I meet his eyes and the intensity in the gaze is almost overwhelming. As if the electric current in my body found another mode of connection to its destination and was hitting it with full force. What about this?” he asks, tilting his computer screen so I can see the presentation slide he is working on. In fiction, Dr. J. writes within the Erotic Romance and Erotica genres. Cleis Press published her work in Best Women’s Erotica of the Year Volume 3, Best Bondage Erotica Volume 2, The Big Book of Orgasms Volume 2, The Big Book of Submission Volume 2, and Sexy Strangers (Sept 2023). The Florida Writers Association selected her short story, Infused Leather (BWE3), as a semi-finalist in the Royal Palm Literary Awards 2018. Her work is also featured in The Sexy Librarian’s Dirty 30 Volume 3 and Chemical Sex 2: An Erotic Anthology. When at last I entered his chamber, I was positively quivering with excitement. The Beast was sitting in a chair in a remote corner of the darkened room. Removing my robe, I positioned myself on the edge of the bed in just the way he liked best, as was my habit. Within seconds I was soaking wet and aching for him. That’s the way it was for me with the Beast. It was enough just to wait there, trembling and poised on my hands and knees, anticipating what was to come, to bring about that kind of response in me.