Dystopian Erotica Novelas e Histórias

That fiery aggression in such a small frame—it was a huge turn-on. Now, alone in his office, he groaned, cupping himself. He wanted her again. He wanted that warmth, that tightness. “Fuck…” he muttered, closing his eyes. He unzipped his pants and began stroking himself, lost in the avalanche of memories from last night. His hand moved faster, rougher, chasing release with Kate’s face—her body—burned into his mind.

I had left so conspicuously on the side table. I had spent an hour choosing that specific dildo. Polished ebony, heavy, its curves designed to mimic a man's anatomy with unapologetic precision. I knew she couldn't resist it. She was too curious, too repressed, too much of a coiled spring waiting for a reason to snap. "Come on, Moh," I whispered to the empty room, my voice a low rasp. "Show me what you are."

I flipped the pages open, and began to browse. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help but imagine Daniel on the page with all these women. I'd seen him shirtless countless number of times, and my imagination was more than enough to make up for his absence. Would he have a big cock or not? Would he know how to really please a woman? Would he know how to please me? My big breasts were barely contained by the tiny tank top I was wearing, so I slipped the neckline down a bit. My breast popped out of the top. My nipples were hard already, waiting for me to touch them.

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. I woke up leaking precum, sheets ruined. No other woman compares. I’ve fucked a few since she left—cold, empty encounters—but they all pale. I want her innocence corrupted by me. Want to teach her how to ride a man’s face until she floods my tongue. Want to fill her womb with load after load until she’s marked as mine forever. Her nipples tightened against the lace of her bra. Elena shifted in the chair, one hand unconsciously drifting to the hem of her sundress. The silk whispered against her thighs as she read on, the journal detailing fantasies that grew darker and more posse

My vision whited out completely at the edges as wave after wave of raw pleasure rolled through my entire body. Daniel fucked me through it without mercy, then flipped me onto my stomach like I weighed less than nothing. He yanked my hips up so my ass was high in the air, face pressed hard into the pillow that still smelled faintly of Jenna’s mom’s expensive perfume. He slammed back into me from behind in one powerful thrust, one hand fisted tightly in my auburn hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough that I knew I’d have perfect bruises shaped like his fingers tomorrow. “This is what you were made for,” he grunted, voice strained and raw as he thrust deep and hard and relentless. “Taking

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

She gagged as she closed her hand around his cock and then began a quick pumping of it, hoping to make him come quickly and to get the awful act over and done with. “Slow and sexy,” the man panted in caution. “Otherwise no shower.” Tessa resisted the urge to tell him to keep it and slowed her pace. She gave little saps of supposed pleasure to encourage him to reach his climax sooner. The feel of his warm, pulsing cock in her hand made her feel sick and the fact that it was black worse still. She kept her eyes closed and swallowed hard, using a lighter touch to wank him, once again to speed his end. Too late she sensed him coming and recoiled in disgust as a jet of his warm, sticky sperm hit

The orgasm was intense, but it left him even more frustrated. He knew this was wrong. She was twenty-one. His daughter’s babysitter. But as he stood under the water, breathing heavily, he realized something terrifying. He didn’t just want her body. He wanted *her*. And that was far more dangerous. Meanwhile, in her room, Ava lay in bed, unable to sleep. Her body was on fire. She slipped her hand under her shorts and touched herself, thinking of Ethan’s intense gray eyes, his strong arms, and the way he had almost kissed her.

"It's a...solid choice. “How about you?” I asked, turning to face him. “What's yours?” “Well… I read a lot of books and finding a favourite among them has become almost impossible because they all stand out differently.” “Impressive.” I smiled. “Do you read erotica?” he asked, as he halted his steps and turned to face me. My heart skipped. Not because of the genre but because of how he said it. The tone he used was… dangerous. “Well…. I… most of the time.” I stammered.

“Deeper. If you make me come I might let you fuck me.” The man’s tongue worked frantically. Wet sounds filled the room. Nadia moaned, rolling her hips, using his face like a toy. She reached down and pinched his nipples hard. The man groaned into her cunt. She rode his mouth faster, tits bouncing, until her thighs tightened and she came with a sharp cry, soaking his face. Mateo’s hand moved to his crotch without thinking. He rubbed himself through his pants, eyes glued to the scene. Nadia stood up, cum from her orgasm glistening on the man’s chin. She grabbed a strap-on from the table, a thick black dildo and buckled it around her hips.