College Erotica Novels & Stories

She tempted him even more. She approached the pole and glued her throbbing jewel between her thighs. She didn't know, but it seemed like that part was starting to get wet while she was doing what she was doing. She held on to the pole and rubbed herself, especially the lower body on the cold pole. It's like she's having sex there. The man scooped up all the contents of the glass and placed it on the table next to him. One of his fingers was already on his lip and he was holding it while staring at what she was doing. She suddenly turned around and rubbed her legs up to both thighs.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

It felt like she needed to pee, but better. He fucked her faster. One hand reached around, found her clit, and rubbed in hard circles. The pressure snapped. She squirted hard, a clear fluid gushed around his cock, soaking his thighs, the couch, dripping to the floor. Her body shook violently. “Damien fuck oh god.” He didn’t stop. His fingers kept working her clit fast, firm, and another orgasm crashed through her right after. Her pussy clenched tight around him as she screamed into the cushion.

Erica always loved her sex hard and rough; Thaddeus knew this, hence why she desired him to please her more than her husband ever would. “Come on, I can’t wait to see all of you,” Erica moaned, licking her lips as she succeeded in pushing his pants and jockey shorts down his thighs. His cock bounced out with vigour and Erica uttered a gasp of pure love at the sight of it. Thaddeus lifted Erica into his arms and she expertly locked her feet behind his back, crackling while she did and then reaching between her thighs to grab his cock and putting it where she wanted it to go. Her pussy was wet and well enough inviting as Thad’s prick slipped inside her. He grasped her ass cheeks in a tight

She poured me an iced tea and we headed out the door. Eric, excited to share his movie choices, pulled them from his jacket. He passed them to the front, between the seats, "Check these out...one is about a hot married couple that end up doing the pool boy, the mail man and a plumber...they do any guy that comes through the front door...and all hot, with big, pornstar dicks." She squeals, "Oooooh...my favorite!" "Mine too...pornstar dicks...!" "The other is about a foursome! Again, a married couple. They set up an orgy by inviting his two college roommates to visit. They have a bisexual reunion, of sorts, and include the wife. It's fucking hot!"

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

Nothing prepared me for the sight in front of me, he didn't even bother to close the door. Clutching my book to my chest, I watched as my handsome tutor lounged on a sofa, cock visible to my eyes. I was right, his cock was long but not too fat. A bottle of oil sat next to him ontop of the table and lastly, a laptop screen that showed a woman sprawled on a kitchen counter, her partner was behind her, his large thick cock sliding in and out of her glistening pussy as a torrent of raw sounds poured out of their mouths.

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

Her well-shaped butt is pointing at me, shaking as if enticing my honor. Sexual desires seem to be conquering me, wanting to put it into her and slam the fuck out of her soul. But, it seems that Cecil too couldn't bear to watch it further. Soon, she turned her hips the same way. "Allan-sama...Please, have mercy on me..." She too, tempted me with a bewitching expression. Though in sports having a rival to compete with can make someone break the records, it seems it is also the same for erotica. Both are more aggressive than usual.

"His own robe was already gone, discarded before he had climbed onto the bed, and she could feel the hard planes of his chest against her, the rough texture of the hair there a delicious friction against her skin." As his bare skin met hers, a new sexual sensation sparked inside her, a current of pure, unadulterated desire that demanded to be released. His cock was already hard enough again, demanding pressure against her thigh. As he leaned in, he grabbed one of her standing nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently while his other hand cupped her other breast. "A soft moan escaped her lips, the sound she had been holding back since they left the shower." Corvina held his