Best Online Erotica Novels & Stories

I once dated a guy with a tiny dick and regretted it for the rest of my life, because that dude wasn't even good in bed. I couldn't even suck him, it was like taking a kid's lollipop and I was so sure my middle finger was longer and fatter than his Dick. My Ex wasn't a real man and I had to fake orgasms with him because he could barely make me squirt. When I newly joined my workplace, I wasn't too interested in my bosses, though they were super handsome and was every woman's dream. They were also filthy rich and were amongst the top 10 list of most eligible, rich and youngest bachelor in town.

This is a lesbian erotica story, enjoy! “Bang!” I jump, looking behind me. My best friend, Joanna, eyes me as I stare at myself in the mirror, flipping her hair over her face. She smiles, “You do realise it’s my wedding night, right?” I turn swiftly, my hand resting on my hips as I glare at her. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” She laughs, quenching my anger instantly. “Meaning why don’t you come help me with my hair instead of primping yourself for Jimmy.”

I hated everything they stood for. Yet my traitorous Omega body craved the absolute dominance Aaron possessed. The sheer thought of him knotting me, pinning my arms above my head while I begged, pushed me straight over the edge. My body shuddered violently, an explosive, intense orgasm ripping through my lower half. I cried his name into the silence, my hips trembling as the release washed over my feverish skin, cooling the burning ache inside me. I lay there for several minutes, catching my breath in the dark room.

“Push another finger in. Good. Now rub your clit while you fuck yourself on them. Faster. I want to hear how wet you are.” I obeyed every order, filming more videos and sending to him… By the end I was shaking like a leaf from all the pleasures, my sheets were soaked under me, a video of his thick cock still open on my screen as I came a second time with his voice ringing in my ears. Next day: I walked into the kitchen the following afternoon for water and stopped dead in my track. Ethan’s phone sat unlocked on the counter.. SecretHeat was open. The username at the top of the active chat was unmistakable.

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I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

“Someone older. Experienced. Someone who’s going to ruin you - in the best way possible.” I blinked. “That’s not helpful.” Zara grinned like the devil. “I have an idea.” Oh no. Not again. “Zara...” “Shush. Hear me out.” She reached under her bed and pulled out her tablet. “It’s called Club Obsidian.” I stared at her like she’d just offered to sell my soul. “What the hell is that?” She tapped through the site like she’d memorized the whole thing. “It’s private. Discreet. Invitation-only. Mature, dominant men looking for submissive girls - for one night. One room. No names. No pressure. Just pure experience.”

My eyes almost roll back from the way it sends ripples up my body, with my other hand I twist my hard nipple between my forefinger and my thumb, tugging on it and releasing it. The bounce of my boobs sends pleasure shooting up my spine and I whimper again, slightly shutting my legs around my hand that is in between them. “Keep them open, when he touches you…you have to…fuck…keep them open” Kandy says and leans forward, through the phone her foxy eyes studies my pussy and a little bit of juice slides out of me, just from her watching me. Why is this so hot? Isn't this a bit too insane? What happens to the lines we should have as besties?

“Only that your satisfaction is guaranteed. Multiple skilled operatives will attend to every unmet desire. No limits on duration or intensity, provided you do not use your safe word—‘mercy’—which will end everything immediately.” I paced the room, heart racing. This was madness. I was a married woman. A respectable woman. Yet the ache between my legs, the years of faked pleasure, the emptiness… they screamed louder than reason. “Now, the price,” he continued, tone still formal. “For this inaugural full-service session: seventy-five thousand dollars($75k). Paid in cryptocurrency to an untraceable account before the team arrives. Subsequent sessions can be negotiated.” 75k?!!!

Layla didn't even notice. "Anyway," she said, scrolling on her phone now, "He was never even that good in bed, so I don't know why I cared—" I clenched around his fingers as they dipped inside me, curling just right. He pressed his thumb against my clit and rolled it. "—but now he's begging to take me back," Layla finished, sipping her juice. "That's... crazy," I managed to say. Mr. Carson's lips brushed the rim of his mug, and when he looked at me, he smirked. The kind of smirk that said you'll be dripping down your thighs before breakfast is done.