Cnc Erotica Novels & Stories

Zack's news of a unique club makes his twin sister curious. When Zack whispers to his twin sister, Zoe, about a clandestine club steeped in taboo pleasures, a forbidden spark ignites her curiosity. The club promises raw, transformative ecstasy, where desires are sculpted and boundaries dissolve. As Zoe immerses herself in its sultry rituals, the line between her and Zack blurs, their sibling bond twisting into something dangerously intimate. In a haze of lust and forbidden connection, they explore a world that molds their deepest urges, claiming each other in ways that defy all norms.

Bare-breasted, the girls tangled on the bed, their panties clinging together, soaking up the other's lusty juices. Their shapely, slender bodies rolled back and forth while each girl kneaded a sculptured tit in her hand. As they humped at each other, Amber shuddered with lust, feeling through their panties the swollen, wet lips of her cousin's mashed against her own. Eventually, Kimberly regained the higher ground, and her leg went probing between Amber's thighs. She pressed her knee to her cousin's slit, and they both gasped as the tension gathered in their bellies. They built a slow, erotic pace as they experimented, occasionally changing up the angle for maximum stimulation.

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

I answered truthfully, my fingers digging into the wood as he drove me to a mad orgasm. My knees shivered, and a loud shriek tore from my throat. I shook from pleasure, feeling every nerve in my body strain. He finally pulled out, immediately turning me around and making me sit on the chair again. My eyes were still shut as I relaxed on the chair, the spasms still travelling through me. I hadn't recovered, and every time I squeezed my thighs together and touched my clit, I would jerk like someone in an electric chair. Frederick pulled my legs apart and I finally opened eyes to look at him. He got down on his knees, holding my legs up and bringing his face to my pussy.

I go straight to the search bar and type: Intense Clitoral Stimulation. Dozens of thumbnails pop up, but one catches my eye. It’s a five-minute clip—a close-up of a woman being absolutely wrecked and undone by a high-intensity wand. That’s exactly what I wanted. I need to see it, and more importantly, I need to hear it. I don't like watching my porns without the audio, because sometimes, all you might need to get relief isn't even the act but the sound.

He had his dick out, his hand moving in a frantic blur as he listened to me describe how the inside of my pussy feels while his father was ruining me. “Jesus Christ! Don't stop, baby! Keep talking! Keep moaning!” Preston begged as he sucked on my breasts causing my toes to curl. "Tell him how the bushy hairs tickle your balls every time you slam home," I whispered, my voice a filthy lure. "Oh, Enid!" Preston roared. He lost all control. He withdrew almost completely and then slammed back in with a force that made the heavy desk creak and groan. The legs of the desk scraped across the floor with a loud, metallic screech. I saw through hooded, glassy eyes as Conner finally came on the floor, h

Fertine entered his mind. “Neither. It’s good he knows, so he knows who to sleep with next time.” The woman who answered earlier said with a smile. The girl said he fucked her, yet he can’t even remember her. Oh, maybe he can’t remember because of the amount. Yes, he knows he’s a man whore but only to girls who give her consent. He’s not a perverted man who will force himself just to get laid. After all, he doesn’t need to because they’re the ones who cause themselves.

LUCA; I'm obsessed with my gym partner. Utterly and completely obsessed. And no, not in a platonic way. In an erotic, filthy and sinful way. His name is Ethan. Yes, I'm fucking straight. The mere idea of another man touching me in that manner, was repulsive to say the least. Should be a disgusting.... demonic act. I detested the thought of it...but it was such a shame that I had no control of my body's reaction. Of my thoughts. They were filthy and borderline pornographic on the things I imagined he'd do to me, or the things I'd would love to explore with him.

It wasn’t Nathan. Bruno was sitting there, shirtless, his head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth parted in silent pleasure. His right hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, deliberately. Even in the dim blue light of the television, I could see the thick, glistening head and the precum shining at its tip. He was bigger, much bigger than Nathan. I froze. I had never seen anything like it before. The sight of my boyfriend’s father touching himself was so raw, so erotic, that I couldn’t look away.

Found the soft ridged spot and pressed it steadily while her mouth kept working Dana’s clit, sucking, flicking, reading every sound and movement and adjusting with the same focused attention she gave everything she cared about. “Renee…” Dana was shaking. “I’m going to…don’t stop…please don’t stop…” Renee didn’t stop. She pumped her fingers deeper, curling on every stroke, mouth relentless on Dana’s clit, and felt the moment Dana tipped over, the clench around her fingers, the full body shudder, the choked moan that Dana tried and failed to muffle with her own hand. Dana came in long rolling waves, thighs trembling, hips stuttering forward, Renee working her through every one with steady hand