Erotia Novels & Stories

She tempted him even more. She approached the pole and glued her throbbing jewel between her thighs. She didn't know, but it seemed like that part was starting to get wet while she was doing what she was doing. She held on to the pole and rubbed herself, especially the lower body on the cold pole. It's like she's having sex there. The man scooped up all the contents of the glass and placed it on the table next to him. One of his fingers was already on his lip and he was holding it while staring at what she was doing. She suddenly turned around and rubbed her legs up to both thighs.

The enjoyment, exuberance and ebullience attached with their perspiration and panting breath, seemed to be endlessly continuous on their hot bed at that night. “You’re mine, Eriwan… Say that you’re mine, Eriwan…” hissed and growled Erito at the cliff of the enjoyment sensation burning at his underpart down there. “I’m yours, Erito… From my hair to toes, I’m yours, Erito… Have me for the rest of your life… How about you, Erito? Are you mine? Or are you Renata Limidius’?” asked Eriwan in the middle of his panting breath, his lots of perspiration and his enjoyment sensation flinging him to the middle of the cyclone and hurricane of the heaven horizon up there.

His gruff voice, low and sensual was causing a mess in her whole body and soul. Her body shivers from the roughness of his voice and the chuckle that escapes his lips made Rosa bit her lip. She may be a virgin but she understands that orgasm don’t necessarily mean it can be achieved through physical sex. According to her erotic books, it can be done in many ways IF she finds it with the right people or with the right method. This stranger definitely hits the marks for all of it. “Of course you can’t. You’ll give me a heart attack, sir. That reminds me, I never actually know your name. I am Rosaliyah. Rosaliyah Thomas. But you can call me Rosa. And you are?”

He was the only one. “Rugien… oh… don’t stop…” I begged as his finger circled around my mound and teased my entrance, rubbing it up and down. “Yes. I won’t, my lovely Xerra,” he whispered and his warm and wet tongue traced my lips like it was a sweetened fruit that he didn’t want to waste. He whispered sweet nothings to me that made my desire go up higher.

The wet smack made her cry out. He did it again, then went back to slow circles on her clit. Lila’s thighs shook hard. Tears of lust and need filled her eyes. Sweat covered her sun-kissed skin and made it glow under the spotlights. Her nipples ached. Her pussy throbbed so badly it almost hurt.

My vision blurred as wave after wave of pleasure tore through my body. Derick fucked me through it, groaning at how tightly I squeezed him. But he didn’t stop. He kept pounding into my oversensitive pussy, chasing his own release. Right as another orgasm began building inside me, his phone started ringing on the table beside us. The screen lit up. Alora it was a Video Call. Derick slowed his thrusts but didn’t pull out. He stayed buried to the hilt inside me, my pussy still fluttering around him. He looked at the screen, then at my flushed, shocked face, and a wicked smile spread across his lips.

she snarled. “Miss Lila! It was Miss Lila!” the driver babbled, terrified out of his wits. “She gave me a hundred gold coins! Told me to pour a vial of liquid on the vegetables! Said it was just a laxative, that no one would get hurt!” Eira stood to the side, watching him, her face completely blank. A laxative? This was an enhanced version of Core Erosion Powder, infused with Dark Blood primal energy. Colorless, tasteless. Undetectable even to low-ranking priests.

she said as my ass finally set her free. “If Derek and Betty would like to go first”. They got out from behind their desk and approached me. They were the older couple that I had placed in last place the week before. They placed their hands on my naked body and began to explore. Fuck it felt good, I closed my eyes giving myself in to the moment. I felt fours hands massage and caress me. They moved quickly over my skin up and down my legs, over my back and bottom. Two hands gently brushed my breasts and tenderly pinched my nipples. A hand slipped down my body to my cunt. It brushed over my neat pubic hair before a finger slowly slipped inside. I let out a small gasp of appreciation. I opened

Azrael. Towering. Horned. Skin like polished obsidian that seemed to absorb the light. His eyes glowed molten gold as they locked onto me. Muscles rippled across his massive chest and arms. And between his powerful thighs hung the most terrifying, beautiful cock I had ever seen. Thick as my wrist, ridged, already leaking glowing precum that smelled like sin and dark honey. My mouth went dry. My pussy clenched hard. “What have we here?” His voice rolled like thunder wrapped in silky velvet. “A little mortal witch playing with forces she cannot control.”

Another voice from the dark: "Let me touch her." Rome's grip tightened. Amara opened her eyes. It was Levi. Silent. Watching. Wanting. "Let him," she whispered. Rome looked up at her, shocked. Her cunt clenched around him. "Please." Levi stepped closer. His hand brushed her breast, and she moaned so loudly it made someone else groan. Then his fingers were between her thighs, rubbing where she needed it most. She fell apart. Her orgasm hit like a storm, tearing through her until her vision blurred. Rome cursed. He wasn’t far behind. She felt him spill inside her, hot and thick, and she didn’t stop riding until he was shaking.