Curvy Erotica Novels & Stories

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

I let go of one and move to the other, giving it the same amount of attention. My toes curl sweetly, my jaw slackens. It feels so good. “Yes daddy…my cunt is craving your cock, it needs to have a taste of your forbidden thick dick…hmmm……shit….oh my God…” Tears streak down my cheeks, I groan and pump faster. Shoving my fingers so deep my legs shake. A noticeable amount of liquid leaks out of my cunt and trails down my thighs. I continue to fuck with a shaky hand. Ignoring the way my entire body trembles violently.

Two: some small, traitorous part of me hadn't stopped thinking about what he'd said since he said it or about the two seconds after I fell, when neither of us had moved. I sat back down at my laptop, stared at the same flat, lifeless paragraph for a long time, and then before I could talk myself out of it opened a new tab. My cursor sat blinking in the search bar for almost a full minute before I typed the question: does an erotic writer need experience before writing? I deleted it. Typed it again. This time I hit search.

“Take my cock like the little slut that you are.” My body clenched around him, head thrown back, eyes hooded and raw uncontrollable moans left my throat. I caught Angel’s pathetic state from the corner of my eye. Her skirt was ripped up to her waist, legs spread open, such that I could see her glistening pink pussy as she worked her fingers on them, trying to chase her release. My gaze landed on her tits, they were full and percky, as if inviting me to take them between my teeth and suck them till she was a trembling mess.

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

The pressure inside me sharpened. "Lila..." "I know," she murmured against my skin. "Let go." The orgasm rolled through me in strong waves. My walls clenched around her fingers and a broken moan left my throat. She worked me through every pulse, slowing only when I went limp beneath her. We stayed like that for a while, her weight warm on top of me, both of us breathing hard. Then she shifted and reached for the small bag she'd left on the side table the night before. From it she pulled a slim, curved vibrator.

, anger burning in her eyes — but her thighs wrapped tighter around my hip, drawing me closer, wantonly. I smiled, low and feral. "There she is." I tore the lace panties down in one quick motion, the fabric snapping as it hit the ground at her ankles. She gasped, hands shooting up to cover herself, but I caught her wrists, holding them high above her head. "Don't," I growled. "Don't you ever hide from me." "I can't...." "Tell me," I demanded, my lips against her ear. "Tell me you're mine." Her head shook, trembling. "I can't Steel" I forced two fingers into her, harsh and sudden, and she cried out against my shoulder. My jaw clenched as I realised how wet she was already, dripping for me des

As a sudden jolt on Cath as his big large veined hands grabbed the sides of her hip as he lifted high up to the counter top her thighs apart open in his shoulders. *** he removed his shirt to reveal them flexed abdominal biceps. She gasped with mouth hanging and shocked eyes that her eyes dilated in the curves in between his groin and abs. She calls them 'sexy man curves' or 'man cervice' she traced him in that particular area as he became ticklish and slightly aroused. Inciting them together she felt it as she keeps on breathing him in savoring this moment. Hindrance. No Ruelle. Just the pure bliss and natural ambiance of the atmosphere that seem to inflame the fire inside of their inner he

“That’s my good little slut. Be ready, Elena, because now that I’ve had a taste of my little girl’s tight pink pussy, I’m addicted and will want it all the fucking time.” I fisted her long hair and yanked her head back. “My pretty whore.” I wanted to see her tits shake, so I forced myself to pull out, flipped her over, and spread her thighs again. Her breasts jiggled from the motion, but I was too transfixed and obsessed about getting back in deep inside, that I was rutting between her legs like a fucking animal seconds later. “Grip your knees and bring them to your chest. Spread that cunt wide for me.”

The morning after, the world felt sharper, louder—almost cruel in its clarity. Julian Grantham had left more than his desire on me; he had left my body a live wire, every nerve screaming, every instinct buzzing. The orgasm from yesterday did not simply fade, it lingered, pulsing through my blood, stirring something deep and dangerous. My scent had changed, stronger, richer, uncontrolled. Even in the quiet corridors, I could feel the pull it caused. Eyes lingered too long, heads turned just a fraction too quickly when I passed. Men and women alike reacted to it, drawn to something primal I could no longer hide.