Erotia Novels & Stories

"When I was browsing a bookshop recently, I came across this. It was being sold openly. The illustrations inside are deeply improper, and the woman depicted in them is my cousin." It was an erotic picture book. The woman's face was never shown, yet her poses were overtly seductive, and a rose-shaped birthmark was on her waist. Eleanor frowned. "What is this? How do you know the woman in these pictures is Charlotte?" Yvonne's voice rang out clearly across the hall. "Because my cousin has the exact same rose birthmark on her waist." The room erupted. Every pair of eyes turned toward me, and the looks on their faces said everything. One moment away from becoming Crown Princess, and now this. Ho

She was a vision of pure beauty and even her large erection seemed somehow sexy and feminine, but don't ask me why. I cradled her balls with my left hand, earning me a deep throated moan of pleasure as I rolled her testes and gently tugged at her scrotum. The skin felt buttery soft and smelled of peaches. Shelly must have used some sort of body lotion, but I couldn't taste it on her cock. Spit and precum filled my mouth and I swallowed eagerly, hunching my hips to fuck the sofa with my own dripping penis. I ached with urgency and I wanted to cum. I needed to cum as a nearly painful lust for release pushed every other thought from my mind.

One hand braced against the wall, the other teasing slow circles over her clit, she breathed Rita’s name. “Rita…” She pictured the way Rita had looked at her—hungry, like Mikayla was a feast meant only for her. Her fingers moved faster. Her breath grew shallow. She remembered the way Rita had kissed down her stomach, murmuring filthy praise like prayer. She spread her legs wider. And leaned farther into the counter. She could hear Rita’s voice in her ear: “You’re so sensitive here... look at you falling apart for me.” She stroked deeper now, two fingers working in. Her free hand covers her mouth. She bit down hard as her orgasm hit her like a brick, sudden and fierce, knees trembling, her th

My dirty words made her eyes glimmer, she wasn't even shocked, Eriantha was venereal and I loved it. "So shall we start baby?"

she begged, tracing a hand over her trembling, wet chin. I didn't bother answering. I simply hauled her up by her hair and dragged her brutally across the mattress. I ordered her to get on all fours, her ass hoisted high in the dead center of the bed, her face hovering over the edge of the mattress. Now, it was time for her to savor Saul. In the underbelly of the club, he was known as EROS—the god of love and desire. He moved with a more sensual, deceptive tenderness, while I, Ares, was the raw, unbridled brute. It was the exact reason our joint scenes were so intoxicating.

All by herself. Painful moans and the smell of sèx filled the air. Zenith was clouded with the urge of fulfilling his want that he forgot about the pain he was causing her. His hands trailed beneath her stomach and tore open the upper side of her gown, her breasts flung out and he grabbed them, squeezing the life out of them. A tiny wince slipped through and her grip on the desk hardened. Just as he reached to pinch her nipples, his pace not slowing at all, Rieta let go of the one side of the desk and reached down to rub her throbbing clit.

I immediately spun around to exit the store feeling partly infuriated, partly embarrassed. Infuriated - with Eriol of course, because he didn’t so much as warn me beforehand that it was a flipping pleasure shop! What kind of a butler is he?! Embarrassed - with myself, because obviously it was my poor choice. How would I know? I am innocent on these kinds of erotica equipment. Never had I seen one before. But now, my eyes felt like it was being ripped out of its sockets and tossed into the holy water to be cleansed.

“My beautiful, ruined little secretary. Your sweet pussy is still fluttering, greedy for more.” I blushed deeply, but my body betrayed me again. My nipples tightened into hard peaks, and fresh slickness gathered at my entrance. “Pastor… we shouldn’t,” I whispered, even as my legs parted wider on their own. Elias smiled, dark and knowing. He stepped between my spread thighs and cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my sensitive buds. “We already have, Ria. And now that I’ve tasted how perfectly you take me, I’m not stopping until I’ve used every inch of this willing body tonight.”

“Does Lena even know how to handle that thing? Or does she just cry when you try to put it in?” “Joan.” His voice was warning now, but he hadn’t hung up. She could hear him breathing. She rolled onto her back, thighs pressing together. The ache between her legs was getting annoying. She’d been single for four months now and her last hookup was a disappointment with an average dick and zero rhythm. And now her own blood brother had accidentally sent her the most pornographic picture she’d ever received in her life. She typed another message while still on the call. **Joan:** the head is so fat. is that precum I see on the tip?

Sara stared at the bulge in his pants, remembering exactly how his cock had felt in her mouth, thick, hot, and pulsing. She bit her lip hard to stop a moan from escaping. Her body was on fire, sexually frustrated and desperate for relief. The lecture dragged on, every minute feeling like torture. She kept checking the clock, counting down the seconds until class ended so she could rush back to her dorm room and use her vibrator.