1950s Erotica Novels & Stories

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

` James, the ticking bomb. I got a summer job, 8-5, construction mechanic. Sarah was off in the middle of the country. She graduated from college and got an internship. Every morning, I woke up hard and masturbated looking at the same, worn-out book of unattractive people fucking. This was the 70's. No internet, cell phones, VCR tapes were still exotic. If you wanted p**n, you had to go to small grocery stores on the bad side of town. In the back was a magazine rack. On the bottom shelf, titty mags. Names like "Juggs" and "Big mamas". They just showed tits. Even Playboy was just starting to show pubic hair. Nobody shaved. In the back of the magazine, were ads. Ads for real p**n. You had to s

This is a lesbian erotica story, enjoy! “Bang!” I jump, looking behind me. My best friend, Joanna, eyes me as I stare at myself in the mirror, flipping her hair over her face. She smiles, “You do realise it’s my wedding night, right?” I turn swiftly, my hand resting on my hips as I glare at her. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” She laughs, quenching my anger instantly. “Meaning why don’t you come help me with my hair instead of primping yourself for Jimmy.”

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

“That’s going to stay in my phone forever. Whenever I’m away, I’ll play it. I’ll jerk my cock to the sound of your pretty cries. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She moaned, pushing forward against his hand. “Dirty little girl.” He pinched her clit, loving the sound that escaped her mouth after. “On your hands and knees, Printsessa. You sound like you’re aching for more.” Charlotte immediately got on her hands and knees, imitating her current position on the screen. Maksim knelt behind her on the floor, lined up his cock with her entrance, and pushed into her in a slow torturous movement. Charlotte wiggled her ass back, wanting more.

I was so ready for this. But now what? Just blatantly put a move on him? I stared at his lap top and recalled Richard saying he caught him watching p**n. I looked over my shoulder to make sure Max wasn't already on his way back. I figured he would take his time and try to calm himself down and that was fine with me. I went into his history and scanned through the sites he visited. My eyes lit up on "My First Sex Teacher" and I clicked it. "Oh, you naughty boy." I whispered as I saw it was an entire site dedicated to teacher student fantasies, Richard hadn't been kidding.

I held his shoulders as my legs shivered and I cried out in ecstasy. “Tell me Elena, did you miss me?” he asked with a low seductive voice. “Tell me how you missed me stroking your wet pussy” he said. “I missed you Nate, I missed fucking you” I cried out. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, withdrawing his hand. “Don’t stop touching me Nate, fuck me please.” I begged, shamelessly. “That’s nice to hear” he said and he pushed me to the wall, he went down on his raising one of my legs and placing it on his shoulder. Then he buried his face into my fucking pussy

She moved her hips against my hand then I stopped. She whined, frustrated. I spanked harder, five times in quick succession, then soothed with rubs before edging her again as my thumb flicking her clit until she sobbed with need. This went on, minutes stretching, her body slick with sweat, pussy throbbing around my fingers each time I denied her. I leaned close to her ear, my breath warm against her skin. "Keep quiet, Maya. One more sound like that, and I'll make this last twice as long. Understand?"

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

“Tonight I decided to give my dirty little secret slut exactly what she needs, two cocks instead of one.” He shoves me onto my back and climbs between my trembling legs. His thick cock slaps wetly against my swollen, sensitive clit, sending sparks of pleasure through me. I gasp at the contact. “Tell him, Sandra, tell Derick how long you’ve been fucking your stepfather behind your mom’s back.” My cheeks burn hot with shame but my hips roll up desperately, begging for more. “Months,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need. “I’ve been letting daddy fuck me for months. I can’t stop and I don’t want to stop.”