Dragon Erotica Novels & Stories

I went to sleep hoping I would not dream of Drake. Of course I dreamed of Drake. I had hot erotic dreams all night. My dreams started out with Drake and I arguing, no surprise there, but quickly turned passionate. My dreams were so vivid they set my body on fire with longing for him. I dreamt of his kisses, gentle at first then becoming heated as his strong lips moved firmly against mine. His tongue darted out demanding entrance to my mouth. I opened and our tongues eagerly entwined. In my dream we were at the ranch. Drake had me pinned against the counter in the kitchen. I could feel his hardness as he pressed against me. He turned me around quickly, bending me over the counter forcefully a

He looked at me… my silver hair spread across the bed, my breasts rising and falling with each breath, my pussy wet and ready. "So beautiful," he murmured, lowering his mouth to my core. "So fucking perfect." His tongue found my clit, circling it slowly, and I cried out, my back arching off the furs. He licked and sucked and teased, his fingers sliding inside me, curling against that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. "Drake… fuck! please…” "Please what?" "Please fuck me. I need your cock. I need to feel you inside me."

Her high-pitched moans echoed beautifully in the quiet office. This was exactly what Mira lacked. The woman in front of me didn’t care about pride or dignity. Right now, Sandra belonged entirely to me, acting like nothing more than a bitch in heat. “I’m cumming,” she gasped, the wet, friction-filled sounds of her body filling the room. “Yes, give it to me, baby,” I growled, leaning up to bite hard on her earlobe. I drove my fingers in deeper, curling them upward. With one last, hard thrust of my hand, Sandra shuddered violently, her body tightening as she emptied her wetness all over my fingers.

The notification lit up my phone at 11:47 PM. KinkConnect: New match - DomDaddy_SFBay I was three glasses of wine deep, sprawled on my couch in just a t-shirt and panties, my hand already between my legs because I'd been scrolling through profiles for the past hour getting myself worked up. I clicked on his profile with my free hand, still slowly circling my clit with the other. Ryan, 34. Experienced Dom. Not interested in brats or princesses. Looking for a slut who knows her place and wants to be used properly. If you need your hand held through every step, swipe left.

I continued my dance , swaying my hips and teasing him . Slowly, I started taking off the lingerie from the bralette, revealing my firm, round breasts and my nipples which were already hard as stones. Nathan’s breathing grew heavy as he watched, completely mesmerized by my erotic display. He reached out, tracing a finger down my stomach, pausing at my waist . I moaned softly as his fingers brushed against my sensitive skin, my body trembling in anticipation. He pulled me closer, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. I reached for the waistband of his pants, undoing them with practiced ease. I slipped my hand inside and wrapped my fingers around his hard length, stroking it firmly.

John asked. “Effective!” Gil blurted. “But I blew it off right away when we felt something weird so the effect was just mild.” Gil answered. “Oh! John said feeling disappointed. “Anyway, you still have those candles, right? You can still use those whenever you want.” John suggested. Maan and Gil looked at each other. “Why don’t the two of you use it instead?” Maan suggested defensively that made John and Gil laugh while Angel remained quiet. “We don’t need those for now. You see, we have the fruits of our labor here. Besides, according to the doctor, pregnant women have high hormones so we don’t need an aphrodisiac.” John said grinning.

Her past life haunted and ruined her desire in the worst way. . . . More Erotica coming!!!

She’s slipping away—everything feels like it’s underwater, like a dream she can’t wake from. She cries out again, desperate, high-pitched. Endless waves of orgasm ripple through her trembling form, one crashing over the next, relentless, overwhelming. Her limbs flail, her body convulses beneath him, but still he doesn’t stop. Still he pounds. Still he slams. He whispers dirty words against her flushed skin, each syllable igniting her nerve endings like sparks. “Oh, you wanna act like a little slut?” he snarls against her neck, voice dripping with dark amusement. “Then I’ll make it real easy for you, baby.”

Elena’s voice was a soft, breathy whisper. "I want you to throw me against the wall," she whispered. "I want you to rip that red thong off my body. I want to feel your hands everywhere. I want you to lick my pussy until I’m screaming your name so loud the neighbors hear. And then, I want you to fuck me until I can't stand up. I want to be your toy, Dante." Dante’s breath hitched. He felt like his heart was going to explode. The erotica of her words was too much. He couldn't sit in his office anymore. He was a man of action, and his wife had just issued a challenge.

"I'm going to try having a conversation with them." "Huh?" He licked my juices off his fingers, then grinned. "We're just going to have a friendly little chat." With that, he dipped his head, and I slammed my hand to my lips as he stuck his tongue out and began licking my pussy. If he was talking to the ghosts in my vagina, I'd have been surprised if they heard anything over the noises I was making. I couldn't help it; Dr. Wood could do things with his mouth that I didn't know were possible. He ran his tongue up and down my pussy, lapping from the bottom to the top and lavishing attention on my clit, only to pull away from it a moment later. Then he would suck on it, pulsing his lips on the