Cerita Erotis Selingkuh Novels & Stories

Hello, my daring readers, I trust the previous story still lingers on your skin. As the synopsis teased, this book is packed with the most thrilling, wickedly sensual erotic tales I’ve ever created—raw, intensely steamy stories that don’t hold back, written for one purpose: your deepest, most delicious pleasure. If you crave mature, unfiltered adult erotic romance, then yes… this book is absolutely for you. *********** NEW STORY TITLE: Threesome Therapy (Group Fuck)

Her hips rocked shamelessly against his hand, chasing the building pressure. “You’re gonna cum on my fingers first,” he ordered. “Then I’m going to bend you over and wreck you.” Lia shattered. Her first orgasm with someone else ripped through her like lightning. She clamped down on his fingers, gushing around them as she moaned his name loud enough that anyone passing by might hear. Ethan didn’t give her time to recover. He spun her around, pressing her front against the cold tiled wall. He yanked her skirt up to her waist and ripped her panties down her legs. They caught on one ankle as he kicked her feet apart.

I had a feeling tonight would be a good session as they had picked an erotic novel this time. I was settled in front of my laptop, wine in hand, waiting for all the other girls to log on. Once they had all arrived, it became clear the topic of the book had got them all in cheeky moods, there were lots of suggestive messages and we hadn't even got to discussing the book at that point. Once we got into the main discussion, it was revealing to see what bits the other girls liked and did not.

Eric :this is the 3rd to the last pose of the day ,so let’s stay here for a little while,stretching our legs,back and arms. I heard a rip and the cold air,brushed past my bare pussy, he pulled his dick, my pussy was already soaking wet, and I didn’t care how wrong this was.. I just needed something inside me. Eric: I need every one to him their favourite song, something that connects you to you favourite time in life.

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

My boyfriend is a piece of shit for cheating on me, I was so loyal to him, turned down a lot of guys for him. I have been sex-starved for a month now, even before I broke up with him. I touched myself a lot after the break up, but couldn’t still get that satisfaction I longed for. So I got myself a couple of sex toys, they were fast at making me hit orgasm, and making me cum. There wasn’t that intense pleasure you would get from a man, the touches, the gaze, and the voice. Even the moans from the man, how he gives you care and all of that. “I am cooked” I cried out, lying on my bed alone in my bedroom.

“Taking this cock like a desperate little slut. This is the same tight hole I tore open last night, and you’re already dripping for more.” “Yes— ah, fuck— yes!” Doe moaned loudly, hands fisting the sheets. Every brutal thrust punched the air from her lungs. Her tits bounced wildly with the force of his fucking. She could feel him rearranging her insides, the thick head of his cock slamming against her cervix with every deep stroke. “Say it,” Hero demanded, voice rough and mean. He fucked her harder, the bed slamming against the wall. “Tell me whose slut you are.” “Yours—” she sobbed out. “I’m your slut— my brother’s best friend’s slut— ah!”

“Tried to hide it with a cough earlier. Cute. But we both know what you are.” I should have pushed him away. Instead my legs opened wider the second he touched me again. “Say it,” he ordered, two fingers pushing deep inside me without warning. The wet sound was filthy in the quiet hallway. “I’m a whore,” I whispered. “Louder.” “I’m a slut.” My voice cracked as he curled those fingers and started working me in earnest. “Your brother’s wife… and still a fucking slut for you.” He kissed me hard—teeth and tongue—while he finger-fucked me against the counter. My hands fisted in his shirt. Every thrust of his fingers made more wetness spill down my thighs.

My back arched off the mattress in a silent scream, biting down hard on a pillow to silence the sounds. I came fast and hard, my thighs shaking as they clamped around his ears. He pulled his fingers out wet and slimy with my juices and licked them clean slowly, his eyes locking on mine wicked and intense. Then he flipped me onto my stomach, positioning my hips up high with pillows under me. He crawled behind and mounted like a predator, his cock touching my ass hole. No lube but he spat in my ass hole ring and rubbed it gently with his fingers. And with that, he pressed his cock in slowly, the burn of the stretch mixing sharp with pleasure pain.

He spit on his own cock and pressed the head against Calvin’s hole, right above where my cock was already buried. Calvin slowed down, breathing hard, as Elliot pushed in alongside me. The stretch was intense. I could feel every inch of Elliot’s cock sliding in next to mine, both of us filling Calvin at the same time. “Fuck,” Calvin groaned, his hips bucking forward. “That’s so fucking hot.” They started moving together, Elliot thrusting while Calvin rocked between us. My cock rubbed against Elliot’s inside Calvin’s ass, the friction intense. Then Calvin reached down and started jerking himself, his cock leaking precum steadily onto my stomach.