Cuentos Eroticos Gratis Novels & Stories

Every nerve ending is on fire. “Color?” he asks, checking in. “Green,” I gasp. “So green.” “Good girl.” He continues eating me out, his tongue doing absolutely sinful things. I lose count of how many times I come. Five? Six? Everything blurs together into one continuous wave of pleasure. Finally, when I’m a boneless, trembling mess, he moves back up my body. “Had enough?” he asks, kissing my tear-stained cheeks. “I don’t know. Maybe one more?”

The pad of his thu‍m‌b pressed against my lower‍ tee⁠th, h⁠olding me in place l‌ike a bit while he fuc‌ked my face wit⁠h short, punis‍hin‌g str⁠okes. I could tas‍t⁠e e⁠verything. Him.‍ The fai‌nt,⁠ salt-sweet rem⁠n‌ants of Greta an‌d An‍na. Th‌e bitter, electri‌c edge of his arousal. My ow‍n pulse hammer‍ed in⁠ my ears and thro‌bbed between my legs, where I was⁠ already soaked a⁠nd achi‌ng. Every time h‍e bottomed out, my body jolted.⁠ A low, ch‌ok‍ed wh‌imper vibrated again‌s⁠t his length.

Then I opened my legs wider for him, resisting the overwhelming urge to close them and hide. The cool air against my wet folds made me shiver. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, voice low and rough. My face burned with humiliation, but I obeyed again. My fingers moved between my folds, smearing my abundant juices around my already swollen clit. The wet sound was embarrassingly loud in the quiet room. I closed my eyes tightly, unable to bear the intensity of his stare. “Open your eyes,” he snapped. “And do not hide your moans.” I forced my eyes open, releasing my bitten lip. Soft, embarrassed whimpers escaped me as I circled my clit faster. My hips began to rock against my hand without permission.

I said slowly, vibrating to my core as his hands slid toward my clit while his fingers started fucking my entrance so well. “You’re fucking wet,” he added, kissing my abdomen slightly. He didn't stop; he kept finger-fucking my pussy while rubbing my clit hard. I couldn't control my moans. They got super loud, really loud, while my eyes kept rolling back. “Oh my God, you’re fucking sweet.” His smile got wider the more he rubbed my clit, and I couldn't control the tears that started to fall from my eyes. I started to mumble, “Hmm... uhm... fuck... Adrian.”

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

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.

“Not even close, baby. I'm gonna fill you up until you're dripping with my cum.” THE END. PLEASE WATCH OUT FOR BOOK 2 — HOTTER AND EVEN BETTER!

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In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."