2nd Person Erotica Novels & Stories

“Secondly, I do know you. I know you like Italian food, more specifically pasta. I know you love the beach but rarely make time for it. I know you like to read smut and fantasy. I know your favorite flowers are lilies. I know you like to watch the sun rise and set everyday from your balcony. I know you enjoy baking. And I know, despite your behavior and attitude towards me, that you are a very kind, compassionate person who always tries to give people the benefit of the doubt. “So I do know a little about you. And after everything I have seen, I know I want to know more.” I tapped my foot on the ground. “So you have been stalking me?” And apparently for longer than I thought. “I was merely c

Contains sexual scenes and usage of profanity. Yours, E.C.

I offer. “Oh, you won’t regret it!” Erica squeals as she bounces off to where the accessories are. I guess Erica has changed. A lot has changed it seems. The life I thought I was going to live is totally different. I’m not talking about nursing career stuff. I’m talking about the fact that two men will own me, and I hate that I love the idea of it. Last night in the club was so erotic and I want more. I want every damn sinful thing those devils are going to do to me. Those to Italian stallions better be ready for this stubborn Italian mare that will not make their taming task easy.

I continued my dance , swaying my hips and teasing him . Slowly, I started taking off the lingerie from the bralette, revealing my firm, round breasts and my nipples which were already hard as stones. Nathan’s breathing grew heavy as he watched, completely mesmerized by my erotic display. He reached out, tracing a finger down my stomach, pausing at my waist . I moaned softly as his fingers brushed against my sensitive skin, my body trembling in anticipation. He pulled me closer, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. I reached for the waistband of his pants, undoing them with practiced ease. I slipped my hand inside and wrapped my fingers around his hard length, stroking it firmly.

The woman’s body below me also started to convulse as she achieved an orgasm at the same time as me. Finally, after filling her up with my semen for the second time, I removed my cock from her pussy. My dick looked dirty- covered in semen, blood and love juices- but ready to go again Damn, having super strength sure comes in handy. While the woman beneath looked a bit tired, she was also panting. But for some reason, even after ejaculating twice, my lust for her hadn’t dropped a single ounce. I stretched her ass- cheeks apart, looking at her pretty little ass- hole again. Then, without waiting or giving any warning, I rammed my rock hard-cock inside it.

I strode in with my head held high, my bag in hand, my heels clicking on the marble floor of the erotic club. Clack clack clack, that was the only sound that could be heard as I walked into the reception area of the erotic club. I was then redirected to a private reception area. As I made my way to the new area, there was sex happening everywhere I looked, blowjobs, threesomes, and BDSM, name it. It was unmistakably a swinging club. I approached the receptionist and requested a room and a bi-curiosity. The receptionist offered me a tablet with a list of participants and a photo of each. I asked their best girl. The girl in front of me smiled and pointed to a picture of a blonde girl, and the

Whoever did this has a huge eye for fashion and picks pieces well. I walk towards a frame or rather. A huge frame of a painting hung on the wall, it has a naked woman heating grapes as well as different men surrounding her. Looking at this picture brings all sorts of erotic thoughts into my head instantly. After all, I am alone with breathtaking beauty, with no one to Interrupt. Although there was vast space but we could make it work, eventually we both would need to take a shower and we are close friends so why not shower together there's nothing wrong.

Our connection is deeper than words can express, a silent understanding that transcends the challenges that lie ahead. Princess Golder reaches out and traces her fingers along the lines of my face, her touch both gentle and electric. “We are bound by more than duty,” she whispers, her voice carrying the weight of unspoken desires. “Our hearts are entwined.” I lean in closer, our breaths mingling in the space between us. The world around us fades into insignificance as our lips meet, a tender and passionate kiss that ignites a fire within. In this stolen moment, we explore the depths of our love, an affirmation of the connection that fuels our resolve.

That place was an erogenous zone for us, and right now he was wreaking havoc on every fiber of my being. He would kiss, lick, and suck my neck while his fingers were still pumping into me. They were going at an alarming pace now, bringing me closer to the edge. Something was rising in me, and it needed to be let out. I held him, my nails digging into his shoulder, as the waves started beating again. "Please, Vincent, I can feel it coming." I begged, although I did not know why I was begging. He seemed to chuckle onto my skin and continued his administration. The waves were coming frequently now; my nails have elongated into claws. I was far gone, but I could feel his canine on my skin.

Once she felt her body quivering from the weirdly intoxicating pleasure, something from the inside came out, and she saw the man lick his bottom lip. "Amor," the man called out in a husky voice before he unzipped his pants. She, on the other hand, stretched her arms into the thin air, inviting him to devour her completely. In one instance, the man kissed her lips, his tongue intertwining with hers while his rod stuck inside hers. The two of them were colliding with one another, the smell of erotica engulfing the four corners of the room, followed by the sound of their flesh kissing from below.