Erotia Stories Novels & Stories

Michael held his cock with one hand, the back of Her head with the other. Rita put both her hands on his muscular legs while he slowly moved his cock in and out of her mouth. Her lips were stretched trying to consume the thickness. Michael increased his tempo. Rita was breathing hard through her nose. She couldn't pull her mouth off his cock, his strong hand at the back of her head, holding her in position.

My cock hardened fully under their combined attention, standing thick and heavy against my stomach as they deliberately avoided touching it directly. For what felt like hours, they took turns using their mouths, fingers, and a selection of smooth, vibrating toys they had brought aboard. Victoria’s tongue traced slow circles around the head of my cock, never quite taking me in fully, while Elena’s fingers massaged my balls and pressed gently against the sensitive spot behind them. Lila used a small vibrating wand on my nipples and along the underside of my shaft, the low buzz sending sparks of pleasure through me that built gradually but never quite tipped me over the edge.

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

I moaned uncontrollably quiet, core releasing more fluid, coating his length as it slid through my folds, parting them open wider. Tension peaked; he pressed forward, the head breaching my entrance, trying to thrust in forcefully, the stretch burning sudden and deep. "Yes... take it," he grunted, hips snapping to bury Pain flared, mixing with the ache, but reality crashed. "No... Jax, stop!" I cried, twisting away, pulling up my shorts with trembling hands. He froze, cock throbbing against my thigh, slick with my juices, eyes wide with lust and instant regret. "Shit! Lila, I... fuck, sorry."

Perhaps I was a terrible daughter, or maybe my lust for my stepbrother's cock has driven me to the point where I can no longer differentiate wrong from right. "Oh come on, Elena." He circled me, stopping right behind me and grabbing my boobs from behind, squeezing so hard that the pain became unbearable. I screamed out, my voice echoing in the empty room. "Don't act like you're not dripping wet and craving to have this huge dick inside that tight cunt of yours." He moved his hands to the ropes, slowly getting rid of them. "I don't have to pretend, I don't want you." I lied. "We'll see." He took off all ropes and came to stand in front of me again. His eyes landed on my sore breasts, followin

It was lol getting to me and I was loosing it. “Im gonna cum”, I cried. He started increasing his pacing, his strokes became deeper and his moans a little louder, i started crying out in pleasure, this feeling was so good. In less than a minute, I squirted all over and collapsed to the ground. Panting hard. He stared at me with a smirk and helped me get up and took me to the bathroom. He didn’t finish so I knew this wasn’t over. “Hope I helped you forget that bastard?”he asked

“Please, Maksim. I–“ He licked one slow stripe up and center and her back arched off the bed like she’d been electrocuted. He placed a large hand on her stomach, keeping her in place as he fucked her with his tongue, thrusting in and out of her virgin cunt while his finger rubbed violent circles against her clit. Charlotte was shaking, her legs threatening to close around Maksim’s head. She bucked, not sure whether to run away from his mouth or beg for more. She had never felt this kind of sensation in her life. It was overwhelming but it was the kind that she didn’t want to stop anytime soon. Maksim smiled against her clit at her reaction. She was going to quickly learn that debts in the Br

Thick white loads of semen continued to ooze lazily from both swollen pussies, staining the sheets beneath them. Elena’s face flushed a deep, burning crimson. Her mouth opened, but no sound emerged at first. A storm of emotions flashed across her features…horror at the betrayal, confusion at seeing her exact double in such a depraved state, and something far more dangerous glinting in her widened eyes…a spark of unmistakable, unwilling arousal that made her thighs press together instinctively. Layla’s heart pounded wildly against her ribs like a trapped bird. Sophia, ever the bolder one of the identical twins, simply smiled with wicked satisfaction and parted her legs a little wider, deliber

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”