Eroitic Stories Novels & Stories

he said, his voice a low vibration that hit me square in the chest. The chatter died instantly. He turned around, leaning against the podium, his sleeves already rolled up to reveal the lion etched into his tanned skin. My pulse spiked. I couldn't stop my eyes from tracing the golden outlines of the beast on his arm, remembering the way it seemed to ripple in the moonlight of my subconscious. "The Art of Storytelling is not a solo venture," he began, his almond eyes finally sweeping over the rows. "To understand narrative, you must understand collaboration and the friction of differing perspectives. For the remainder of the semester, you will be working in groups of five."

What could i tell him. “Well, I don’t have much to tell you Idris. I was abandon as a baby to the orphanage. That was my home. For some reason year after year, i was never chosen by parents comming in to adopt. I could never understand why. What was wrong with me? Wasent i good enough. How come many other children were choosen and Iwasent? To make all matters worse, I had no friends for as long as I can remember. When I tried to make a friend, I choose wrong. He tortured me, beat me to within an inch of my life. Raped me every chance he got. It started when i was younger with just little things and escalated further. I was ashamed and knew I wouldn’t be able to get any help. I am broken Idri

Every time I thought I was done, one of them would push me higher. Placing the toy against my clit, ramming their fingers inside me, one cock stretching me out while another cock filling my mouth. "Look at you," Robin growled. "Taking both of us like a perfect little slut. Cum again, right now." I came until my voice had gone hoarse and my legs would not stop shaking. When they finally stopped, I was wrecked in the best way possible; sticky, sweaty and completely used. Hillian and Robin settled on either side of me. They kissed my body and lips softly. "You’re perfect," Hillian murmured against my skin.

He flashed a bright, dangerous smile and added, “Don’t worry. From now on, we won’t take any days off. We’ll follow your little erotica novel’s schedule exactly.” A chill crawled up my spine. Something felt very, very wrong…

But I couldn’t let her drag me down with her doubts. “If you don’t want to believe it, that’s your choice,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. “But for me, it’s worth looking into. These stories are more than just old gossip. They’re pieces of something bigger. Something we don’t understand yet. And if those stories hold any truth, then maybe, just maybe, they can help us figure out what the hell is going on now.” Erica scoffed, clearly not convinced. “So now you’re saying that if we just dig around in these old stories, we’ll find some magical solution to what’s happening? You really think that’s going to work?”

"You think you can tell me to fuck off after I've spent all night making you scream my name? I don't think so, Wendy." He kept going until my ass was a bright, burning red, the stinging heat turning into a throbbing, erotic ache that pulsed in time with my clit. I was sobbing now, but they weren't sad tears—they were heavy, horny gasps. I wanted him to stop, and I wanted him to never let me go.

She wanted to try something she'd never done before. She stretched her legs wide open, one hand resting on the floor to support her weight. Bernard finally opened his eyes and straightened his back at that point, and his eyes widened when he saw her. "M-Monette..." he exclaimed, stunned. She smiled seductively at him while tracing the sperm he had spurted on her hair. She pressed her two stains with his juice fingers together. "Watch me," she said seductively. And without taking her gaze away from him, she inserted her two semen-coated fingers into her wet pussy. And as his fingers entered her womanhood, she exclaimed and looked up. She began moaning as soon as she moved her fingers. Inside

She smiled, placing her hands on her waist. "Really? there's a library? Yes!" I clenched my right fist frantically in the air, excitement written all over me. Back at home, A Library was an abomination. I guess I forgot to mention there was a rule about books also? Well, here it goes. Eric had concluded that books lie. He had this ludicrous theory that books trap people. He said it's similar to a disease, a terrible sickness that has no cure. Makes humans rapted in an imaginary world, completely forgetting what reality brings.

Victor’s grip in my hair was firm, almost painful, actually painful, as he pulled my face toward his thick, veiny and dark cock. It bobbed heavy and angry right in front of my lips, the fat purple head already leaking a shiny bead of precum down to the floor, slowly... all I could do was stare at it, almost drooling, well not all I could do. The garage felt even smaller now, the air thick with the musk of four aroused older men. I was still on my knees, completely naked after they’d stripped the last scraps of clothes off me like I was nothing but their toy.

The erotica sounds of her mouth filled the space under the water, mixing with my gasps and low moans behind me. Faith free hand slid up to my throat, tilting my head back so she could bite along my neck while her hips kept rolling. "That's my girl, let her taste how wet you are," she moaned, pressing two fingers back inside me from behind even as Stella tongue sucked my front. She then pushed two fingers alongside Faith's, both of them stretching me open together. Their fingers moved in rhythm, one curling up while the other thrust deeper, scissoring inside my clenching walls. My legs shook harder. Faith adjusted her stance, spreading me wider so Stella could comfortably bury her face comple