Cerita Silat Erotis Novels & Stories

The erotica sounds of her mouth filled the space under the water, mixing with my gasps and low moans behind me. Faith free hand slid up to my throat, tilting my head back so she could bite along my neck while her hips kept rolling. "That's my girl, let her taste how wet you are," she moaned, pressing two fingers back inside me from behind even as Stella tongue sucked my front. She then pushed two fingers alongside Faith's, both of them stretching me open together. Their fingers moved in rhythm, one curling up while the other thrust deeper, scissoring inside my clenching walls. My legs shook harder. Faith adjusted her stance, spreading me wider so Stella could comfortably bury her face comple

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 58: Relentless Slap. Smack. Slap. Smack. Slap. Smack. The relentless wet rhythm echoes through the room, reverberating off the walls like a drumbeat summoned from the core of their chaotic lust. The sound of their skin meeting, over and over, bounces wildly in the air, loud and uninhibited, mixing with the guttural gasps and animalistic groans that keep escaping their lips.

Eric whispered with labored breath. He started moving up and down, slowly at first, with their moans still under control, until Zia asked Eric to speed up, making him do it brutally. “Say my name, darling...” Eric said in the midst of their passionate activity. “Eric... ah... faster, darling...” Zia obeyed Eric's request. “A little more...” Eric sped up again until finally his semen sprayed into Zia's womb, and he collapsed on top of Sadira's body.

I whispered back, barely moving my lips, “You’re unbelievable.” “And you’re still so fucking tight.” His fingers scissored inside me for a second, stretching me. “Even after I just filled you upstairs.” Rita came back with three glasses of water and sat down again. Charles never pulled out. He just slowed his movements, keeping me right on the edge. She started talking again—something about weekend plans—and I tried to nod in the right places while his thumb kept teasing my clit in tiny, mean circles. “Susan, you in?” Rita asked.

I was shocked by it. Then the worst hit. Scrolling deeper, I found older threads—not just our recent exploits, but confessions of her past. Fantasies she’d acted out before we met: elaborate scenarios with different men and women, positions drawn from ancient texts, bodies entwined in ways I’d never imagined. She described missing the freedom, the variety, the sheer physical artistry of it all. And there it was—the term she used repeatedly: Kama Sutra queen. Not the modern myth of endless acrobatic positions, but the deeper essence: a woman who had once embraced pleasure as an art form, balancing desire with skill and abandon. My cock hardened instantly, painfully erect, throbbing with a mix

My back arched slightly without permission. “This is insane,” I whispered. But my hand was already slipping beneath the covers. "What are you doing Taylor?" I heard him ask. “Touching yourself too, huh?” he murmured through the wall, voice thick. “I can feel it.” My breath stuttered. “How would you sound if It was my finger in your tight little cunt?” he whispered. “Would you be loud for me, Taylor?” My fingers played with my clit. slow, shaky. This man was driving me off the edge with all that dirty talk. A little moan escaped me.

It came out like a plea. He pushed my shorts and panties down in one rough motion, exposing me. I stood there trembling as he stared at my smooth, glistening pussy. Two thick fingers slid along my slit, spreading my wetness before pushing inside me without warning. I cried out, grabbing his shoulders for balance. He was relentless, pumping his fingers deep while his thumb found my clit, rubbing tight circles. “Look at you,” he growled, watching my face. “Taking my fingers like a desperate little slut. Been thinking about this all year, haven’t you?”

JULIA When I woke up, Lisa was still sleeping. I pulled out the list Janet gave me and looked it over more closely. Electro stimulation, hot wax, figging. What the hell was figging? Janet had done a lot more research than I'd done before deciding to become a sex slave. I didn't recognize half the stuff on her list. Some of the stuff we'd already done. Erotic spanking, stripping her nude, collaring her. Some humiliation, making her masturbate while I was on the phone with Chen, then telling him what she was doing. Light bondage and blindfolds, check. Sexual denial check. She hadn't texted me last night to say she'd cum and she was masturbating every hour she was awake. Nyotaimori, I had no cl

I said to Ginger, as I slipped my hands under her nightshirt and felt her bare ass with both of my hands. "Right, they don't know about our sapphic love affairs yet," said Ginger. "Sapphic, I like that word. Why have we not used it before?" I asked. "Probably because I only just learned it last week while reading a story on Literotica," said Ginger. "Literotica, what's that?" I asked. "Only the best website in the world for erotic literature and the like. You should check it out," said Ginger. "I'll do that when we get back home, it sounds interesting!" I replied.