Christmas Erotica Novels & Stories

"Your turn to lay back for Santa's ride..." I groaned as Astrella's slick pussy clenched around my spent cock, her juices and my cum already leaking out in a filthy mess between us. She wasn't done, not by a long shot. That wicked grin of hers split wide, eyes flashing like the ornaments on the tree outside our window. The bedroom was bathed in those multicolored twinkles, casting rainbow flecks across her sweat-glistened skin, turning her into my own personal holiday slut show. "Round two, Dax," she purred, lifting off me with a wet pop, my cock springing free shiny and half-hard, strings of our mixed cream connecting us like tinsel. "You're gonna watch Santa's elf bounce on this North Pole

“No…” “This too is part of your sin,” he stated, his voice close. “You fantasized about being defiled. Every part.” He applied pressure. The small, vibrating tip pressed against my ass crack. The sensation was strange, intrusive. My body tensed, then a shocking jolt of unexpected pleasure shot through me. He circled the sensitive rim, the vibration teasing nerves I never knew existed. “You want this,” he said, watching my face contort with confused ecstasy. “You crave the corruption.”

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.

The taboo makes it so much hotter, I love how wrong it feels and how good he makes me cum. Xane pounds me faster, his balls slapping against my clit. I am dripping down my thighs, my juices coating his thick cock, my breasts bounce wildly beneath me as he fucks me faster. We are so lost in pleasure that we don’t hear the bedroom door open. “Yo Xane, you got a phone charger I can — holy fuck.”

We both laugh but then he said something really touching, "You know...this's all I want for Christmas...I want you!" "I know, sweetie...I'm thinking' that same thing." I watched him lustfully admiring my dick and rub his hand over my taught abs. In its glory, the cock was swollen and bobbing inches from his face. He quickly returned to caressing and stroking the fruit of his manly desires. Even though we'd been together forever, and every aspect of my body was vividly pictured in his head, he loved to hold me...touch me...and lick me. Celebrating every inch...every vein, he rode my dick with his mouth, over and over and over. I felt the head pulsing and pushing at his throat, "Uhhhh...uhhhh.

Her breasts bounced with every thrust. Lena watched with dark eyes, one hand slipping between her own thighs. “You look so good taking two cocks,” Lena said breathlessly. “Such a naughty bride.” Emma could only moan in response. Rico reached around and rubbed her clit while Jax sucked hard on her nipples. The pleasure slammed into her like a storm. She came again, harder than before, screaming as her body shook violently between the two men. Jax groaned beneath her. “I’m close.” “Fill her up,” Rico encouraged, pounding her ass faster.

His fingers twisted inside me again, and this time his thumb began to draw circles around my clit. "Yes, please!" I cried, "I'm so close! Make me cum." He pinched my clit hard, and I screamed even louder. "That's it angel," Christian hissed, "come for me baby. Let me see you come on my fingers." The pleasure rushed through me like a flood, and I tossed my head back as I began to cum. Shivering and sobbing, "Oh God, oh God, Christian!" "Good girl." He praised me, dropping kisses over my face.

asshole sending strong vibrations through my entire sex. Father Michaels put out that candle. That’s when I noticed that he was tall enough his hips were even with mine. He pulled my ass to the edge of the altar. “Hold those candles in your hands and that phallus in your mouth,” he ordered sternly. With that, he pulled his swollen cock from his pants, pulled my ass slightly over the edge of the altar, and slid his cock inside me with a vigorous thrust. Now, with the butt plug still vibrating and the clothespins and now cooled wax drippings all over my body, he slid his thick cock in and out of me in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Sensation slid from my belly to the peaks of my breasts to the ti

And those white whiskers and long, flowing beard…I shudder just to think of those whiskers tickling me in soft and pink places. But it’s just a fantasy. I mean, Santa isn’t real, right? So it’s not like I’m going to get what I want on my Christmas list anytime soon. At least that’s what I thought… It was Christmas Eve and I’d spent it with my girlfriends, drinking wine and getting lit talking about girl stuff and the subject inevitably turned to sex, as it always does when the girls get to drinking, and I, sort of, admitted my secret fantasy.

As you embark on this journey of passion and desire, I wanted to share a personal note with you. Each chapter in this spicy collection is a piece of love, crafted to ignite your imagination and awaken your senses. From steamy encounters to forbidden romances, I've poured my heart into creating worlds where inhibitions melt away and pleasure knows no bounds. But beyond the heat and sensuality, these stories are about more than just physical desire. They're about exploring the depths of emotion, the complexities of desires, and the power of attraction.