Romans & histoires Choose Your Own Adventure Erotica

"Take me, Kael. Make me follow you." I was beyond elated. My heart was screaming with a dark, twisted joy. This was the manhandling I’d craved; this was the "slut kink" Mark could never have understood. Kael stepped out of his clothes and began to walk toward the bed, giving the belt a sharp, firm tug. I didn't hesitate. I dropped my hands to the floor and crawled after him, my eyes locked on him, my soul finally finding the exact type of trouble it had been searching

Cristina's POV. "Ahhh, Mmmm." A loud gasp came from the other side of the door, followed by rasped heavy breathing. That was exactly what I needed. Heat bloomed low in my core as I shoved the door open. The scene before me was like something out of my wildest fantasies and my nipples hardened under the tight leather gown I'd thrown on. In a corner was a woman, her legs spread far apart. One man pumped his fingers in and out of her wet cunt, making her quiver beneath him while another guy fucked her throat hard, slamming against her again and again as his groans escaped his mouth.

I squeezed and stroked him, feeling it jump in my hand. “Please, Adam,” I begged, voice breaking. “I need you inside me. I don’t care if they’re coming. Fuck me right now.” He unzipped his trousers. His heavy cock sprang free, slapping against my thigh. He rubbed it along my soaked folds, teasing my entrance. The elevator lights flickered once—power trying to come back. Adam pushed the fat head inside me, just an inch, stretching me open. The burn was delicious. Yes baby! Fuck me! Omg! Ahhh ahhh ouuu. I moaned loudly, legs shaking.

I was traveling thousands of miles, leaving my oblivious wife at home, to fuck a young girl I had met online because she enjoyed the stories I wrote. If you asked me why I started writing and publishing erotica on Literotica, I do not believe I could give you a full and satisfactory answer. I had been reading the site for some years, had an idea for a story that I wrote out and, after a very short time hemming and hawing, published it.

Chapter 7: Tabletop Adventures “I-I-I really n-need to get h-home,” I stuttered, cursing myself for it mentally. Not again! “Oh? You want to continue on your kitchen counter instead?” he whispered huskily, breath fanning the back of my neck. “Or would you like that table in your living room?” I shivered. Did he memorize every scene of my erotica stories? Especially the ones with him as my inspiration? “Excited are we?” he chuckled as my nipples strained through my bra, pebbling at his touch. I really was a goner when it came to him.

Antonio’s kiss on her neck lingered, and the hands he wrapped around her waist seemed to be there even without his presence. “What am I suddenly…feeling this way….”. She opened her eyes and exhaled hotly. She could feel the wetness overflowing and her clits drumming and kicking for a touch. “Not now, this…this…is bad…should I?” She sat up and looked down. “I have to keep myself busy and my mind away from any erotic thoughts”. She walked to her small bookshelf and found a novel by a talented writer, CAROLUCHY. Unfortunately, it was an erotica novel. Doris gave it to her as a birthday gift years ago, and she never opened it, the deceit there is the title didn’t hint on the nature of the novel.

SCOTT This is where my choices started getting hairy. I'd promised my little sex slave the full gamut of sex slave experience. The only things outside our marriage so far was Julia with other women or letting the nerdy delivery driver finger fuck her. This had to be more provocative for her, but more provocative for her meant more emotionally risky for me. Baby steps, I thought; do baby steps. Don't jump in, both feet first. Dip a toe in to start, test the temperature of the water. Emotionally risky or not, I'd prefer Julia had sex with someone we knew then some total strangers. I slowly decided on a choice to give her, typed it up and left a space for her to sign it. Make it official.

But it’s her face that guts you—angelic, with wide green eyes and faint freckles that you want to trace with your tongue, her smile a wicked promise of innocence and sin. Orientation’s a slog, some old hag droning on while your mind’s elsewhere, craving something raw. Back in your apartment, you’re restless, cock half-hard and aching for release. The city’s left you pent-up, unsatisfied. You grab your laptop, diving into OnlyFans like it’s a dark alley you can’t resist. Pornstars are old news—too polished, too fake. You want real, messy, human. Amateurs with trembling hands and secrets in their eyes. That’s what gets you going.

A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.

His eyes went straight to my pussy, and the look he gave me made my more juices flowed from my hole. "You re dripping for me." He whispered. I moaned from just his voice. Then he leaned down and rested his warm mouth right on my pussy. "Gosh!" He didn't rush. He pulled back and shaped his lips into a perfect 'O', then placed it right over my clit made my eyes roll back on their own. "Fuuuck Grey, that feels insane." "You taste so sweet," he whispered between licks. His tongue slid up and down, slow at first, then faster. His lips sucked hard around my clit, making me shake again. Then he slid two fingers deep inside.