Christmas Erotica Novels & Stories

Jeremy leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, his t-shirt stretching tight over his biceps. “No, thanks,” she said, not looking up. He ignored her and stepped in anyway. “Sci-fi fan huh?” He said, picking up a stack of novels. “Yeah,” she said, low but a bit panicked because what if he saw? Just as he was about to dig further. “Jeremy, wait, don’t touch that.” Too late, he had already picked it up. “Oh?” he said, staring at the book, then back at her. “Dark romance? Erotica? I didn’t know you were kinky like that.” He teased.

"Alone at Last" TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. " Xavier's POV " For months she had been my obsession.

I swallowed greedily, moaning around his thickness. We collapsed in a sweaty, cum-soaked mess around 4 AM. My body ached deliciously, pussy throbbing and full of his seed. Ethan pulled me against his chest, hand lazily stroking my ass. “Matilda... that was insane,” he murmured. I kissed his chest, already feeling the stirrings of more desire. He chuckled darkly, hand sliding between my legs again. “I’m nowhere near finished with this pussy.”

I whispered, keeping my voice low so Xavier wouldn't hear every word. "No! Tell me what happened", she shrieked, making me flinch as I kept a bit of distance between my ear and the phone. Sheesh. Well someone's excited. "Well", I whispered. "Xavier is practically a slobbering mess. You know that cock ring I ordered online a week ago?", "Shut up! No way! You used it?" "Mmhmm" "OMG!! Girl he is obviously going to be such an orgasm deprived mess right now but do tell how did you use it?"

One hand gripped my hip while the other reached to rub my oversensitive clit again. I was moaning shamelessly now, pushing back to meet every powerful stroke. “Pastor… it’s too much… I’m going to cum again…” “Good girl,” he growled. “Cum while I breed you. Take every drop like the perfect slut you are.” The words sent me over the edge for the third time. My pussy spasmed violently around his thrusting cock, squeezing and fluttering as intense pleasure ripped through my body. Elias thrust deep one final time and came with a low, deep groan. Heavy ropes of cum flooded my womb again, pulsing warmly as he emptied himself completely.

He found something very erotic about how much trust those women had in their partner. He has been planning for Christmas Eve night ever since. He knew exactly what he wanted to do. He had been doing extensive research into all things spanking and BDSM. He wanted to make Christmas perfect. He was going to fulfill his wife's deepest desires and bring her fantasy to life. He knew he was going to want a romantic setting and complete privacy, so what better way to get that than in a remote cabin in the mountains over Christmas? It was the perfect cover and Erica was none the wiser.

The mere thought sends another shiver through me, aftershocks of my orgasm boil over me and I shiver, my heart slowing, breathe becoming normal once again. "Goddamn, Angelica." His voice is a low whisper. Jeremy gives my nipple one last pinch and then slips back behind me, nudging between our bodies. Probably to hold the condom on as he retreats and I ease forward to hands and knees, moaning at the loss of his cock. I love cock. Love to be filled with it, taste it.

The dam of passion burst open as we wildly groped each other like a couple of teenagers who had been grounded for a year! After we petted for a few minutes, Eva grabbed my bulging crotch and growled, “I fucking want you.” I croaked weakly, “Yes” as she led me by the hand into the next room, pulling off her tank top and skirt as we walked between the rooms. Obviously, she did a bit of wardrobe planning for tonight!

He stood suddenly, grabbing a whiteboard marker and moving to the tiny dry-erase board above his dresser like a man on a mission. “Let me show you a visual model—uh, the curve—” Behind him, he heard the rustle of fabric. A giggle. He turned around. Charlotte was no longer sitting. She was crawling—slowly—across his bed, the movement making her breasts sway under that thin tank top. No bra. He knew it now. She let him see. She wanted him to see. “You okay, Caleb?” she purred, now kneeling at the edge of the bed. “You seem a little...tense.”

"Well, Merry Christmas! Aren't you a jolly, slutty elf!" "Merry Christmas, Papa Charlie," Essence responded merrily, as she kept stroking his now semi-erect dick. "Merry Christmas, you big-dicked Grandpa," Sheila called out from between his legs. "Merry Christmas, baby girl slut," Charlie responded fondly, these double sensations exhilarating, and the ultimate best way to be awakened. The two girls returned to working over his genitals for a couple more minutes, until he was completely hard. Essence then said, "It's time for my first Christmas present, Papa Charlie!"