2nd Person Erotica Novels & Stories

His hand strokes down my breasts. “There is you and me, we are fucking, and you stop. You drag me out of the room, into one of the rooms at Seductive Vibrations. Men and women are watching while you fuck me there. Slowly the single men join in. I watch as you get pleasure from me being fucked in every hole by other men.” I peek at him. His face is still perfect. Is he hiding how he feels?

Erica tightened her fists and couldn't help but tremble uncontrollably. She didn't want to cry but couldn't seem to control herself as tears continued to stream down her face. Her voice was trembling so much that although she was screaming with all her might, she still sounded like a joke. "It's not like that! It's not like that!" "You don't even have the guts to admit that you have a crush. Erica, you're so pitiful!" Catherine laughed as she toyed with her fingertips. She continued casually, "It's no wonder that you're Hannah's lapdog. How could you have such inappropriate thoughts for Darren? Even if you lost yourself trying to imitate Hannah, Darren still wouldn't spare you a second glanc

We both had the wolf of our mates come to our house, which was the same house since I was only renting from her. Kira jumped onto the sofa beside me, laying her head on my lap. I sighed, unconsciously letting my hand fall to stroke her soft fur. Kira practically purred at my touch, nuzzling closer. I jumped a little as her nuzzling nuzzled a bit too close to my junk. I’ve read some freaky paranormal smut, but I draw the line at beastality. “Hey now, Kira,” I exclaimed, carefully moving her muzzle from my groin. “It’s nice to see you, but I don’t have a wolf for you to play with. Sorry.”

“This is not part of the services I perform sir.” “You can make an exception for me, right?” He smirked grabbing her waist tightly and already feeling his manhood growing. “It will be our little secret. Your boss doesn't have to know.” The woman seemed to like his idea of secrecy and kissed him back. He took her to his room and made sure to warm his bed with this sexy blonde.

She trembled as his lips made contact with more of her skin. "I want you," he whispered. She opened her mouth to answer him, but no words came out. When she finally found her voice, all she could muster was a sensual whimper. It bothered her how she was giving herself to him so readily, that she wasn't sure if she would regret her actions afterwards.

She exclaimed. “God, enough, Anika. I want to be inside of you, now.” I freed myself from her and pulled her to the corner of the bed as I stood between her legs. I opened her legs and put them on my shoulders. Her pussy is glistening, so wet and gooey with all the foreplay. I positioned myself in alignment with her hole and pushed the head inside her. “Aaaahhh” she screamed. “Shhh! Relax. Just a little bit. You will be fine. I promise.” I massaged her legs and her waist until she was calm.

She caressed his little man and laughed throatily when it bucked and swelled. He let his suit trousers and briefs pool around his waist as he parted her legs and slid into her. He pumped with full force and all the strength in him, hitting her g-spot over and over. He grunted as he thrust, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He knew there was no going back from this. By doing this with Anastasia, he had already accepted her back but he didn't care about that at the moment. He was very near the peak.

The delicate fabric strained against her full breasts, her tiny waist tapering down into thick, curved hips that spilled out over the thin straps of her panties. The moment her dark eyes landed on me, a slow smile spread across her face. She sauntered over with her hips swaying rhythmically, wrapping her soft, bare arms around my neck. "Mmm... you kept me waiting, Hillian," she purred softly, burying her face against the crook of my neck and kissing her way up to my jaw. "And here I thought changing the spot from the lake house to a hotel meant you were getting impatient." Her hands slid down my chest, coming to rest over my lower belly, her warm body pressing flush against mine.

he demanded, staring into her eyes as he drove into her. Emma’s eyes were glassy with lust. “I’m going to cum again…” “Come on my cock,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her roughly. “Squeeze me with that married pussy.” Her orgasm hit like a wave. Emma screamed, her walls clamping down hard around his thick shaft, gushing around him. Marcus fucked her through it, then groaned deeply as he buried himself to the hilt and came for the second time — flooding her with another heavy load of hot cum.

I snap. “Anyone else?” “No, sir.” The two men exchange looks. Thirst Trap nods. “Good girl. You get another reward.” A sigh of relief escapes me as Thirst Trap resumes his position behind me and continues getting me off with his hand. His skin against mine makes the experience so much better. Within no time, the pressure builds again, even stronger this time, and my inner muscles start to tighten. My legs start to shake, and First Guy tightens his hand around my throat, making me feel like I’m floating. Rhythmic contractions of my core muscles follow as I hit an explosive climax.