Novel & Cerita Cuenta Relatos Eroticos

My name is Kate, and I have a secret I want to tell you. I’m in love with my best friend’s grandfather. I know it’s fucked up. He was my dad’s friend. He basically watched me grow up. But I was, and I couldn’t help it. Every night when I go to bed, he’s all I think about. Every touch, every time I use my vibrator, he’s my motivation. I imagine him, his hands, his voice, his body over mine, and that makes me cum so hard my legs shake.

" She then guided my hand through the slit in her sarong and pushed it against her pussy. It was drenched, and as I gently slid my fingers around in the warm juice, she said, "You should write that down and send it into the P**n-erotica website where they have all those dirty stories." "Literotica," I corrected her. "Maybe I will." I retracted my hand from between her legs, and put my fingers in my mouth. After a long, thoughtful suck, I said, "Hmm. Needs more basil, I think." She laughed, and fished her hand inside my towel, wrapping her hand around my swollen cock. "I think it could use some sausage," she replied.

She moaned in pleasure as she thought of the many virtues of having a 20-year-old son. Lilian was in a daze as she arrived home. Still, she made a bee-line for her bedroom, locked the door, and got out her laptop to check out 'Literotica.' After searching through several stories and authors, Lilian felt herself growing wet and squirming in her chair, as she read the beautifully written erotic stories about mother and son incest. After an hour of reading, she had read numerous stories and soaked completely through her panties. Still unsure if she had been turned on by the incest or the well-written and amazingly descriptive erotic stories, she checked the authors of the stories that she'd rea

Tonight I stroked myself raw imagining bending her over this desk, spreading her virgin thighs, and sinking into her tight, wet heat until she screamed my name. Elena’s cheeks burned. She crossed her legs, but the pressure only heightened the growing ache between them. She flipped ahead, the entries growing more explicit, more frequent. Dreamed of her again. She was on her knees in the study, those big doe eyes looking up at me as she took my cock deeper into her throat.

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

And so damned hot. She talked about narrative structure and unreliable narrators. I barely heard her. My hand shook as I turned to page 117. When she asked if anyone had an example of a compelling line from erotic literature, I raised my hand. She raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Turner?” I stood and cleared my throat. “He wanted to taste obedience on her tongue.” The class went silent. A couple students chuckled. Someone made a low “damn” sound in the back. She didn’t laugh. She just smiled slowly.

I rode his hand desperately, moaning his name, my juices running down his wrist. His mouth moved to my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. His cock was leaking against me now—I could feel the wet spot growing on his trousers. The speaker crackled again. “Ten minutes, Mr. Kane. Almost there.” Adam didn’t stop. He added a third finger, stretching me open, fucking me faster. His thumb worked my clit in tight circles. I was right there, shaking, about to come all over his hand. He pulled his fingers out suddenly. I whined at the loss, empty and aching.

PRINCESS ELARA I lay in my massive bed, the silk sheets tangled around my legs, my body still humming from the two orgasms I'd given myself. But they were nothing compared to what Kaels fingers had done, what his mouth had done, what his cock would do if I could just be good enough. You were a slut for his attention.

My breasts bounced wildly with every powerful thrust, my moans turning into screams of ecstasy as another orgasm built rapidly. Rafael leaned down, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue dominating mine as he pounded into me. "Come again for me, my little whore," he growled against my lips. "Milk my cock with this greedy virgin pussy." I shattered around him a second time, my walls convulsing and squeezing his thick length as waves of pleasure ripped through me. With a roar, Rafael buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding my depths with hot, thick ropes of his seed. He kept thrusting through his release, pushing his cum deeper inside me until it leaked out around his coc

Jacob let out a breathy laugh, his dark eyes locked on her. "Condom?" she asked, arching a brow. “Trousers," he replied, holding in a strangled moan. Reaching for his discarded trousers, she pulled out a condom from his wallet and rolled it onto him with care. She climbed back into position, her legs bracketing his hips as she prepared to take control. His hands gripped her waist tightly as she lowered herself onto him, inch by inch, her body stretching to accommodate him. It had been a long time, and the tightness was uncomfortable, but it was mixed with a delicious pleasure that made her shiver. "You feel so good," she breathed, her voice trembling with need. Jacob responded with a sharp s