2nd Person Erotica Novels & Stories

I tapped on another picture of me sitting against the wall in a set of black lacy lingerie with my legs spread apart. I was holding a small silver vibrator against my underwear. “Just send both, stupid!” She smirked. I raised my eyebrows at her. “What? Might as well. It’ll give him some different options when he looks at your pictures to, ya know”—she made a jerking motion by her pelvis—“come.” " You can't just leave the poor man to stare at just one photo, can you? There's a reason p**n videos are long and dynamic" Angela said, still staring at the photos, scrolling and swiping through the numerous photos we took.

Serena said impatiently, her gaze piercing. "But here is my advice for you. Have some dignity. You brought this disgrace upon yourself. Just let her go." "Disgrace?" "What else would you call it?" Serena’s patience snapped. She spat out her words. "You think sleeping with Elara under the guise of childhood sweethearts makes your relationship pure and innocent? Everyone sees right through your filth! A man and a woman on a business trip, and you only book one hotel room. You're both adults, Vittorio. Don't insult my intelligence and tell me you were playing hide-and-seek in that room!"

Inside, a man and a woman were entangled on the bed, their clothes completely removed. Some people immediately covered their faces, unable to look any longer. The more timid young ladies even let out frightened screams. My mother flew into a rage. "Charlotte Young! You have some nerve—how dare you commit such indecent, shameless acts! "Drag her out here. I'll kill her myself!" "Who exactly are you dragging out, Mom?" The people in front of me spun around. I was standing at the back of the crowd, stretching on my toes to peer over their shoulders, my expression nothing but mild curiosity.

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.

"That's none of your business. I have my own social freedom." His expression grew uglier. "Cheryl Swanson, don't think I don't know about those little thoughts you have about me. Melissa is the one I love. Even if you kept fawning over me for another ten years, there would never be anything between us. "Good thing you had the sense to leave this morning. Otherwise, just thinking about having anything happen between us makes me sick! I wouldn't have felt a thing."

I remembered those hands trembling against my chest once. I remembered blood staining them during the war. I remembered her touching me like I was still someone worth reaching for. My throat tightened violently. As she turned to leave, my hand moved before I could stop myself. Our fingers brushed. The contact lasted barely a second. But the bond exploded through me instantly. Heat surged violently beneath my skin, sharp enough to steal the breath from my lungs as every instinct inside me demanded I pull her back closer. Lenora froze too, her inhale catching softly as her fingers instinctively curled slightly against mine before she pulled away.

Damien began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, his body pressing against mine with each thrust. "Damien," I whispered, my voice breathy and needy. "You feel so good. So fucking good." He captured my lips in another kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as his body explored mine. I could feel the pressure building, my body coiling tight with anticipation. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to go faster. Suddenly, I felt it...the rush of sensation, the release of pressure. I cried out, my body convulsing as I squirted, the wetness soaking the sofa beneath us.

she said as my ass finally set her free. “If Derek and Betty would like to go first”. They got out from behind their desk and approached me. They were the older couple that I had placed in last place the week before. They placed their hands on my naked body and began to explore. Fuck it felt good, I closed my eyes giving myself in to the moment. I felt fours hands massage and caress me. They moved quickly over my skin up and down my legs, over my back and bottom. Two hands gently brushed my breasts and tenderly pinched my nipples. A hand slipped down my body to my cunt. It brushed over my neat pubic hair before a finger slowly slipped inside. I let out a small gasp of appreciation. I opened

I moved closer, even though my body was shaking. The door was open. And what I saw made my heart stop. Aiden and the same woman from the café were in bed, naked. I gasped loudly. The woman screamed, startled to see me. Aiden sighed in frustration, grabbed a bottle of alcohol from the table beside the bed, and took a few gulps. My breathing was uneven, but I forced myself to speak. He looked at me, and for a moment, there was guilt in his eyes. “W-what is happening here, Aiden?” I asked.

"Double creampie me tonight. Fill both my holes." I alternated ruthlessly. Several deep strokes in her sloppy pussy then pulling out and slamming into her hot vice-tight ass. The sensations were mind-blowing. Her pussy was creamy welcoming and greedy. Her ass was scorching and clenched like a fist around me. Elena was a complete mess of moans filthy words and shaking orgasms. "I am your anal slut too. Use me. Breed me. Ruin me for anyone else."