Cerita Silat Erotis Novels & Stories

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. Karen stared down at Mallory and his eyes opened, meeting hers, mockery in their golden depths. Celine worked harder, and his expression changed to the intense look of a man about to come. He gasped, reared against her pubis, gave a loud groan and spent himself inside her. On cue, the other girls entered the bed, wrapping their limbs round him till his body was buried in silken, aromatic flesh.

“This tight little hole is going to stretch around my cock too. I’ve wanted it for so long.” I whimpered, fear and forbidden arousal twisting together inside me, but my body kept pushing back against him, betraying my words. Calvin suddenly pulled out. I heard him step away from the bed for a moment, then return. The distinct sound of a cap opening filled the silence, followed by the cool, slick sensation of lubricant being drizzled directly onto my asshole. I shivered as he rubbed the slippery liquid around my tight, untouched hole with his fingers, pressing gently against the ring of muscle.

THE EMPTY THEATER AFTER THE SLAM PT 2 Seraph finally climbed on top of him. She swung one leg over his hips and positioned herself above his aching cock. The heat from her pussy hovered just above his swollen head. Dorian’s body trembled from the long hours of teasing. His cock throbbed painfully. It was dark red and slick with precum. Seraph gripped the base with one hand. She sank down slowly onto his aching cock. The tight wet heat enveloped the head first. Her pussy lips stretched around his thickness. She lowered herself inch by inch. The slick walls gripped him firmly.

Your fingers trace forbidden roads, On my offered body, fragile and strange. Murmurs open like prayers, Trembling intoxication on the edge of the flesh. Shadow embraces shadow in fevered silence, Desire lights up with luminous bursts. In the deep night where our tears merge, Eroticism blooms, wild and soft. --- Chapter 1 — Confessions of a Desire Clémence

Zievana berani membuka satu pertemuan kain yang melekat di tubuh sang pria dengan tidak sabar, begitupun sebaliknya. Dua insan yang tengah dimabuk gairah itu berpindah ke jok belakang agar lebih leluasa bermain, mengalirkan sesuatu yang tidak bisa lagi dibendung. Desahan dan erang kenikmatan mengiringi suasana malam yang sepi mencekam.

“Suck my clit.” He sucked hard and I exploded, cumming all over his face and fingers. After I caught my breath I pushed him back and climbed on top of him. I rubbed my wet pussy along his hard cock without putting it in. “Feel how slippery I am?” I asked, sliding up and down his shaft. “Yes. Your pussy is so hot.” His hands gripped my ass. “Just let me put the tip in.” “Not tonight.” I grinded harder on him. “I want you to cum like this. Rub your cock between my pussy lips.”

Her pussy tightened around my fingers while her asshole squeezed my cock, making it clear she loved being doubly stuffed despite the embarrassment as her cheeks flushed red and hot. "Your cunt is dripping wet, Miss Ariel," I said quietly, my fingers curling up inside her to hit her G-spot while my thick head popped in and out of her asshole teasingly. "Such a dirty teacher, getting fucked and fingered at the same time.”

She tempted him even more. She approached the pole and glued her throbbing jewel between her thighs. She didn't know, but it seemed like that part was starting to get wet while she was doing what she was doing. She held on to the pole and rubbed herself, especially the lower body on the cold pole. It's like she's having sex there. The man scooped up all the contents of the glass and placed it on the table next to him. One of his fingers was already on his lip and he was holding it while staring at what she was doing. She suddenly turned around and rubbed her legs up to both thighs.

When she was naked, he circled her, touching her with deliberate cruelty, pinching her nipples until they stood hardened and sore, squeezing her thighs until bruises bloomed. “On the bed,” he ordered. “Legs spread.” Elara complied, the velvet cool beneath her burning skin. Silas produced a leather strap. “This is for when you forget your place.” The first lash across her thighs made her scream. The second made her clench. By the third, a strange warmth pooled in her gut. Silas saw it, the dark glint in his eyes. He knelt between her legs, his thumb rubbing roughly over her clit. “See?” he mocked. “Even your cunt knows this is what you deserve.”

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.