Arab Erotica Novels & Stories

I whispered into her ear, my breath warm against her skin, "you look even more beautiful out of it." Arabella's response was a soft chuckle, the sound making my heart flutter. But as I leaned in, pressing my lips my mark on her neck, her laughter dissolved into a soft gasp. I gently sucked on the spot, a shiver running through her body in response. With her dress pooled at her feet, I softly bought my hand up the back of her leg until it sat comfortably between her legs. Arabella’s breathing became even heavier as I sucked harder on my mark. My fingers gently began to rub her clit, while sliding through her wet folds. As Arabella began to roll her head further to the side and attempted to br

Celine was poised over him, dreadlocks swinging forward, legs wound round his body, working her hips rapidly as she rode his cock, sliding it in and out of her generous, juicy opening. Armina had shed her dress somewhere along the way. Patty and Jo were nude, writhing in sinuous dance to atonal Eastern music, the lilt of a sitar, the throb of drums, graceful houris for the master’s entertainment, adjuncts to his lust — assistants in heightening his pleasure. They caressed one another as they danced, hands fondling breasts, nipples, fingers playing with rosebud nether regions and spreading scented oil and love-fluid over ripe labia and prominent clits.

He asked. Arabella closed her eyes. “No..no..harder..Liam!” She giggled. Liam slowed down his pace before sliding out of her core. “On your kneels.” He ordered. Arabella smiled as she did as instructed and her ass poked at his thighs. He slid into her from behind. Arabella grabbed the sheet tightly as the movement made a several hit on her g-spot again and she moaned out in pleasure. “Yah..right..there..baby...”

Her breathing turns a little heavy as she rubs up against me faster, pushing down a little harder. Naudia is close. She is using me as her own human size sex toy and I can't even tell her to stop. I don't want to tell her to stop. What I really want is to slide that little strip of bikini out of my way, pull my shorts down and slam my hard dick into her tight little pussy. Make her moan my name as she cums on my dick. Naudia rubs against me again and I push my hips forward, holding her legs to keep her close as I help her rub against me.

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

"Alone at Last" TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. " Xavier's POV " For months she had been my obsession.

Ned didn’t stop, drawing out every shudder until she was trembling. He rose, shedding his shirt to reveal a torso carved by violence and discipline—tattoos of ravens and roses snaking over his chest and abs. His cock sprang free as he unzipped, thick and veined, the head already glistening. Arya licked her lips, reaching for him. “Not yet,” he said, positioning himself between her legs. He rubbed the fat head against her slick pussy, teasing her entrance. “I want to feel every inch stretch you.”

I circled my swollen clit, gasping as the slick coated my fingers. “Fuck, girls…” Ari grinned, hopping onto the kitchen counter, spreading her legs wide. Her skirt bunched up, exposing her dripping folds. “Come here, Yara. Let’s scissor; get that pussy rubbing mine.” I climbed up, our legs intertwining, wet cunts pressed together in hot, slippery friction. We ground hard, clits bumping as our juices mixed into obscene squelches. “Oh shit, yes,” I moaned, rolling my hips as waves of pleasure built.

Like to what? Her pressing back into me, my cock in her ass crease. "You know. Watch. Watch my son fuck me." My life, in a few months, from normal to this, "Yes, I want to watch your son put his hard cock in his mother's pussy and fuck her." She groans, moves, lining me up, "I can tell you from experience, it's incredibly erotic. Watching the wrongness, the taboo." "Should I fuck you now?" "Oh Dan, yes. I need your cock."

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************