Arab Erotica Novels & Stories

I didn’t wait for him to win that battle. Taking his hand again, I slid it slowly down my body, until I guided his fingers under the hem of my dress. I pressed his palm against the soaked lace of my panties. The moment he felt how drenched I was, a sharp curse left his lips. “Fuck, Abby… you’re soaked.” His fingers rubbed once, almost involuntarily, against my swollen clit through the thin fabric. I whimpered, my hips twitching toward his touch. That single brush of contact was enough to snap something inside him.

And the spells were only for one thing. Sex. I flipped through all the pages, dumbfounded. There were pictures of naked people with arrows pointing to boobs or pussies or cocks, and instructions on the spells to cast to make them bigger or tighter or thicker. My jaw dropped when the next page I turned had a picture of a woman being fucked hard in the middle of a pentagon, by a wonderfully handsome man with horns and a tail. No shit. Demon sex.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

I didn't want to frighten her when she saw my sudden change in attitude. Arabella sat up as I climbed down from on top of her, watching as I removed mine from inside her. It was already erect and oozing quite a lot of pre-cum. I felt shocked when I saw it. Arabella's seductive effect is truly unparalleled to the point of making my own body excited. "You... want to touch it?" I volunteered. Arabella looked back at me, and after seeing me nod, she came closer and touched it. I groaned softly just because she touched it a little, but shamelessly. I then took Arabella's hand and started moving it hard. It doesn't take long for me to reach my point and get our hands all over the place.

He stands up and steps back, admiring the sight of me spread before him. Then, without warning, he presses a vibrator against my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. He starts it on low, slowly building up the intensity, and I arch my back off the table, my fingers digging into the leather straps. “Please, Master,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of the vibrator. “Let me come.”

I slapped it instead and asked her to roll over. Arabella listened to me. She relaxed her legs by trying to close the space between her legs. I watched it close perfectly with her vagina protruding. I saw my liquid leaking from her. "You have some of me in you" I mentioned. Arabella turned to face. She smiled. "Just the way I like it" she answered. It made me smile a little. She rested her bottom on the bed and asked if I was comfortable. I shook my head. "Let me get you a wipe to clean yourself up"

My fingers dug into her breasts, twisting her nipples until she cried out. “Good,” Ethan murmured, unzipping himself. “More of that.” “You watching closely?” I growled, then leaned down and bit Tara’s shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. She whimpered beneath me, her legs parting instinctively, her pussy already glistening again. “She’s wet,” I said without looking at him. “You proud of yourself?” “Ecstatic,” he said, stroking himself lazily. “But I’m not done.” He stood and came closer. Too close. His cock was hard, leaking at the tip.

"What do you think?" I felt myself leaking out precum from my cock as i release my cock from my shorts, i stroke it . "Ariana, baby," I groaned. "Your pussy looks amazing," I said into the phone. "I want to taste you, I want to fuck your small tight pussy so fucking bad right." She moaned louder and made sounds like she was moving her vibrator around on her clit. "Yes Daddy! Fuck my small pussy. Harder, daddy, please."

the rendition of his name on her lips was more erotic than the act itself. Arabella scratched the man's chest, and moaned his name as she kissed him. She did not mind digging her nails into his skin, as she knew everything would be legal for her. Gradually, he increased the pace of his thrusts, more excited every second, thrusting hard. The way her body reacted gave him the certainty he needed to keep going, faster and stronger. The aromas mixed while a layer of sweat formed on their skin, making them more carnally excited. Arabella arched her body, releasing goosebumps while releasing moans.

***WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT. PLEASE READ AT YOUR DISCRETION. THANK YOU.*** --- ARIA AKA RED The soft, tantalising, caressing of his lips over mine, has my body humming and I still can not believe that I'm about to get fucked by Artemis Volkov. I can sense how hot and moist his throbbing cock feels against the slit of my sex. As he continues to swallow my cries of arousal, the need to be consumed by him, and my desire for him to love me...