Novel & Cerita Ai That Will Write Erotica

Ava responded with a mischievous smile, and playfully teased him, her hips swaying in a provocative twerk that drove him wild. After a few electrifying moments, he turned her back around, seating her on the desk, then he spread her thighs, revealing her aroused pussy.

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

Her juices coated his lips, and she moaned loudly, “Mmm, yes.” “Write now,” Hayes said. His tongue swirled over her clit, and he handed her a pen. “Write how my screaming slut’s pussy needs me.” Eva’s hand shook, and she scribbled, “My pussy belongs to him, I’m his dirty girl.” Her fingers rubbed her clit faster, screams echoed, “Aaah! Oh god!” His tongue licked deeper, tasted her slickness, and she cried, “Please, more!” He pulled back, teasing her. “Not yet, beg louder.”

Because if that didn’t work, I honestly didn’t know what I was going to do. Every single plan I had for my future hinged on this—on getting my degree, on finishing my capstone, and on proving to the publishing board that I had range. That I could write more than tearjerker love stories about messy women and reformed bad boys. This erotica submission had to be hot, authentic, believable. Problem? I’d never written erotica before. Or, you know, done much that qualified. It wasn’t like I needed the job to pay the rent. I’d taken on accounting originally for the security, the structure. It wasn’t glamorous, and I’d never be filthy rich, but it would never vanish on me. Death and taxes, right? Ol

What happens when a lustful Luna with a large harem of beauties finds herself drawn to a younger, omega slave? “I'm not like the others,” he insists, his eyes flashing with disobedience. “You're just like others.” Maya states with authority, her breath warm against his skin. “But I have a feeling I will find it quite pleasurable to ride your tiny cock.” Aiden’s breath hitched at her audacious words, his cheeks flushing with arousal and anger. He mustered all his courage to retort, “My cock is not tiny.”

“Fill my tight little virgin pussy with that thick cock of yours. Make me yours.” My fingers slide between my thighs. My breath catches. My heart pounds. My panties are almost dripping. I stand up, letting them fall down my legs, stepping out of them with slow, deliberate grace. My wetness clings to my inner thighs. I drag my skirt up to my waist and sit back on his desk, legs parted, giving in to the fantasy. One finger grazes my clit and my hips buck. It feels electric. I shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t care.

Ellie's Pov We spent the next few days together. He cooked breakfast at my place, we watched movies on the couch. I wrote in my journal every night before bed. One evening I wrote my darkest fantasy so far. I wanted double penetration. His cock in my ass and a thick dildo filling my pussy at the same time. I wrote how full I would feel. How I wanted him to fuck me hard like that until I squirted everywhere. I wanted overstimulation, to cum so many times I could not think. I left the journal on his nightstand at his loft the next morning on purpose.

Bianca screamed, battling to get out of his grip, and he released one of her arms, but only to close her bedroom door behind them. She heard the lock click into place. 'What are you doing?!' she cried, tears of fright brimming on her lashes. 'What's wrong with you? Let me go!' 'Roleplay and insemination mode enabled. Safe-word disabled,' he repeated the words from earlier, and Bianca sobbed as their meaning became clear. She remembered how some of multi-purpose bots had programming and parts for sexual activities, just like the sex bots used by some escort agencies and p**n creators.

I soothed, rubbing the spot that was already turning pink from the smack. One thing I loved about Sera was that she had a very generous butt and it was so fuckable and I couldn't wait to enter her for behind. Now, since I had worked on her pussy and she had cum once, it was time I made her scream with pleasure by abusing her ass hole or like I loved to call it, chrysanthemum. I squeezed out a generous amount of lube on the woman's ass especially that tight chrysanthemum that was calling out to me.

Tristan thought and smiled in anticipation of braving the challenge head on. “Give me a list of the best cultivation manuals in this world, A.I.” he ordered after calming his battle hunger down. “Affirmative, host.” the system said and listed off a range of secret techniques that was known only to the creator of this world. A.I. has truly hacked the interface of the laws within this reality but that did not mean that it has total control over its faculties. It did not. What the slimy tool could only get was the flood of information from the moment of this vast world’s inception up until the current state of the Eternal Present.