Affair Erotica Novels & Stories

Then his mouth was on my clit again, sucking hard, and his hand started pumping faster in and out my dripping pussy, and his other hand spread my ass cheek wider, and I felt a finger wet with my own arousal pressing against my tightest hole. I'd never had anything there. Ever. The tip breached me and I let out a shrill, broken cry. "Quiet, Aria." His voice was a low rumble. "You'll get us caught." I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. Stifled the moan that wanted to tear free. Two fingers in my pussy, his mouth on my clit, one finger buried to the knuckle in my ass was this what heaven felt like? Was this what I'd been missing every night I'd spent alone with my toys?

The kiss was hungry and urgent, full of all the tension that had built up during every lecture. He backed her up until her ass hit the edge of the desk. Papers shifted under her. One hand moved from her face down to her neck, holding her in place while he kissed her harder. His other hand slid under her skirt and straight between her legs. He cupped her pussy over her panties and groaned when he felt how soaked the fabric was. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” he muttered against her mouth. He rubbed his fingers along the wet material, pressing it between her swollen lips. Sara gasped and rocked against his hand. The friction on her clit felt so good she almost came right there.

The assigned text, Bataille’s Erotism, was a descent into philosophical darkness. It spoke of the sacred and the profane, of violence as a gateway to ecstasy, of transgression as a necessary rupture of the mundane world. Elara read it in her small apartment, her body still sore and marked from the last session, the words resonating in her bones. She understood, now, that her thesis was not merely an academic exercise. It was a lived experience, a mapping of her own violation and transcendence.

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.

After relocating to a new town to start afresh and focus on her life, Claire finds herself drawn into an erotic affair with a married couple she met in the gym. A coffee date with James, and Mia ignites their passion and blurs the marital boundaries. “W-we can't do this here,” “Come with us,” James urged, his voice laced with a tantalizing promise. “We’ll give you a night you’ll never forget,” As a Polyamorous person, Claire couldn't resist surrendering herself to the intoxicating attraction.

I slowly crawled towards their cocks, and went on clean-up duty, sucking and licking off every last drop of cum. "Go get cleaned up," Troy said, as he slapped me on my ass. I walked towards the bathroom, weakly. I started to clean myself, my legs and my pussy which were covered in cum. Troy's cum was still leaking out of my pussy. I did the best I could and looked at myself in the mirror. My makeup had worn off, my hair was a mess, but my face was glowing. This was the face of a woman who had just fucked two of her husband's new best friends. A woman who let her husband's friend cum inside her, which is not a new thing. But it didn't matter. None of it mattered. Having an affair with his fri

I said. We said our goodbyes and once I hung up I vowed that when he got here, he and I were going to have a long talk about our relationship. No matter how much I wanted it, no matter how much I was falling in love with him, no matter what he felt about me, we had to start acting like adults and thinking about the consequences of what we were doing. He would lose his job and be excommunicated. I would be excommunicated to the horror of my family. There would be a scandal. I think that’s the moment I felt the guiltiest. The moment I realized our affair could ruin both our lives. Even then, a growing part of me didn’t care about the consequences. I just wanted Father Michaels, Kevin.

The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them in that moment. Will's hands tangled in Brenda's hair, and her fingers explored the contours of his back as they stumbled toward the living room. Clothes began to fly off, pieces of fabric discarded in their wake as they pressed against each other. Every kiss deepened their connection, each touch a reminder of the secret affair they had been navigating. Time slipped away, replaced by the heat of their desire. Yet beneath the surface, a sense of urgency lingered. Will knew that they could not escape the inevitable conversation that loomed. But at that moment, their physical connection drowned out all doubts. They sealed their secret a

"Hillian told me everything about you. How you look when you cum. How long you’ve been untouched by the old man. How you touched yourself in his room that day. I listened to every word he told me." My throat had gone dry by now, I looked from one face to the other. Hillian squeezed my hands. "I’m asking you again. Do you want this? From both of us." I should have said no, I should have stood up and walked out. Instead I let my body answer first, I could feel myself getting excited. I had never had sex with two people before. It had always been a fantasy I kept private, but now it was standing in front of me actually playing out in real time. "Yes," I whispered.

I imagined how shocked Tee would be to know that Aurelia was one of Patt’s intimate casualties. After finishing my meal, and having my bath, I thought about the meaning and concept of love. There were different types of love no doubt, but I believed most people preferred the Eros kind of love for obvious reasons. I leaned near my window and stared at my bed. I began to recollect how Gahn was perspiring all over her chocolate skinned body that fateful night in my room. She wasn’t so ‘wild’ like Elo, but she was definitely the adventurous type. After an intense and endless session of foreplay, I balanced Gahn’s legs on my shoulders and made love to her. I was gentle with her at first, until sh