2nd Person Erotica Novels & Stories

His touch was all I needed. My hungry hole ached for more. My fingers were not filling me enough. I let out a low growl before withdrawing my hands. Fuck Daniel, I sighed. Before my hands were enough. The images of my men from erotica were enough. Now nothing felt good enough. I sat up and opened the drawer beside my bed. My eyes fell on a vibrator—black, thick, and long. My fingers curled around it before taking it out. I leaned back into the mattress, bending my knees and parting my legs.

he whispered. "Love you too, honey," Monica replied, speaking without realizing it as she opened herself further. Nathan removed his belt and trousers. He knelt before Monica; knowing her role, she quickly and sensually performed oral sex on him. "Uh, yes, baby. This feels incredible!" Nathan groaned. His eyes fluttered; he loved Monica’s technique, which drove his desire out of control. Nathan couldn't hold back any longer and reached his climax in her mouth. However, the encounter was far from over. Nathan had been waiting for this; the second round was bound to last longer than the first. He laid Monica back down, kissing her softly again while his fingers continued to stimulate her.

on her face. "Come here," she said, pulling me up her body until we were face to face. She kissed me deeply, tasting herself on my tongue. "I'm going to show you something special." She positioned us carefully—our legs intertwined, our centers pressed together. The first slide of her wet heat against mine made us both moan. "This is called scissoring," she explained breathlessly. "We can pleasure each other at the same time." She began to move, grinding against me, and the sensation was incredible. Our clits rubbed together with each movement, building pleasure for both of us simultaneously. I matched her rhythm, finding angles that made us both gasp. "That's it," she encouraged. "Feel how

The shower was a sexy place for the second round to start. “You really don’t get tired do you?” He chuckled, making me nip at his ear. "You really think I’m done with you?" Marty let out a moan as Silas put two fingers inside him, bending them in just the right way. "This is too much. " "Oh, be quiet," I said. Slowly, I moved my cock into him and we started to have another steamy sex. When we finally made it back to the bed I showed him that I always got what I wanted.

I whispered and she nodded. I unzipped my shorts, while my finger was still in her. She kept writhing and moaning. I dragged her towards me and spread her legs on the table. I placed my dick just in front of her pussy and then I leaned towards her, “You want more?” I asked.

Adom managed to choke out as he nudged his dick into Ash prostate. Ash sped up his movements, faster and faster and Adom just couldn't help himself, he had to roll his hips up to meet Ash. Suddenly, Ash swung himself around to have another perfect angle, so Adom was faced with the view of arch back. Adom was just admiring Ash delicate back, the sharp lines of his body, and the curve of his ass. Ash pulled himself up and dropping himself down, completely burying Adom's dick inside. Adom's eyes were entirely fixated on the spot where he could see his dick disappearing into Ash ass, could see it shiny, hard and red and stretching Ash wide open and he bit his bottom lip and moaned at how filthy

She whispered, "Picture me as Mrs. Jardin." Cecilia gripped Fred's hand and placed it on her softest spot. She continued, "Everywhere you've touched, he has too. Our first night—in the kitchen, the bedroom, the balcony—we've left marks all over." Then, Cecilia felt a noticeable reaction from Fred and pressed on, fueling his desire with each provocative word, knowing full well this kink of his had not changed. He scooped her up and did her roughly. He growled, "Keep talking."

“I’m here to decide what I can live with.” Lady Serephine’s hand slid from her belly to the edge of her gown, fingers smoothing fabric as if Elowen’s words were merely noise. “Decide,” she echoed softly. “But remember, Lady Elowen. Second wives don’t get to rewrite the story. They only get to accept the ending.”

And the beautiful girl was. Only now she had turned over and her perfect backside was on display and I found that JUST as fascinating as were the girl’s beautiful face and breasts. I let out an involuntary sigh and resumed my voyeuristic pastime. I was beginning to feel an erotic itch, deep between my legs as I continued to stare and contemplated what I might do next. I felt like a sleazy peeping Tom. Obviously, I thought, I should just close the sliding glass windows and leave for dinner…or a drink…or anything to get my mind off this lovely creature that had me so confused and excited.

The touch was soft and smooth, and it sent a jolt through my whole body. Lauren's whole body trembled slightly, and she seemed to really enjoy it. Right now, a man must have been touching her in her dream, and she was loving every second of it. Then she parted her lips slightly and whispered, "Please help me. I need you so badly." I looked down and saw that the sheets beneath her were damp. Everyone around us was already asleep. If I wasn't going to do it now, I never would. I quietly climbed into her bed, and she spread her legs as if on instinct. Everything was right there, ready for me.