Erotia Stories Novels & Stories

Layla let out a fresh moan, her voice raspy and tired but full of desire. They spent the next hour exploring every part of her, moving from the sofa to the soft rug on the floor. Her breasts were squeezed and kissed until they were flushed red, and her thighs were bruised from the grip of their hands. She felt like a queen in the middle of her own private storm. Every time one man finished, another was ready to take his place, keeping the fire burning bright. By the time the lights in the club started to dim and the morning was close, Layla was completely spent. She lay on the floor, her hair a mess and her body glowing with the remnants of their passion. The three men sat around her, lookin

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

She curls them immediately, stroking that spot that makes my vision blur. “Quiet,” she warns, biting my earlobe. “You don’t want the seniors up front to know what a whore you are, do you?” I shake my head frantically even as my pussy clenches around her fingers. Lucia reaches up and yanks my habit open at the front, exposing my heavy breasts. She latches onto one nipple, sucking hard while Rosa finally puts her mouth on my clit.

, my mouth vibrating around Draven's shaft as an orgasm crashed over me. I came hard, my ass clenched hard on Lucien, my pussy spasmed on Cedric. Waves of bliss pulsed through me as my juices squirted out drenching Cedric's thick cock and his thighs. Lucien roared as he buried himself one last time balls deep in my ass and spurted hot loads of his cum filling me up. Cedric followed as he jerked his hip ferally until he tip pushed through my cervix once more. He pumped his load in my womb, filling it up and mixing with Thorne's earlier load.

I was taking every inch of him, my pussy walls stretching and gripping the dark, heavy length of his shaft as I moved. "That's it, Blaire," he growled, his large hands digging into my hips, guiding the brutal pace. His fingers left deep, red marks on my skin as he hauled me down onto him again and again. "Ride it like you've been starving for it. I want to feel how much you've been wanting this. Tell me, you little slut, did my brother make you leak like this? Or was it the thought of me finally claiming what Manuel couldn't use?"

"I know you liked me watching last night. You left your legs open on purpose. Let me see James's cum leaking out of that pretty hole." He spun me around and backed me against the counter. His hand slipped inside my shorts this time, fingers sliding straight into my pussy. I was already wet and he groaned when he felt it. "Fuck, Lauren. You're soaked. All this from thinking about me stroking my cock while your husband fucked you?"

Letitia’s hands flew to his hair, hips rocking against his mouth as pleasure cut through the cold still clinging to her skin. “I still hate you,” she gasped, even as her thighs trembled around his head. Connor looked up, lips shiny with her arousal. “Good. Hate me while you come on my tongue.” He slid two thick fingers inside her, curling them perfectly while his mouth sucked hard on her clit. Letitia came with a sharp cry, her back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure rolled through her. Connor didn’t give her time to catch her breath.

She kept the pressure on until Claire was crying, until her body was so exhausted from the intensity of the orgasm that she could barely stand… Then, Colette pulled her fingers out, licked them clean, and looked at Claire with a dark, predatory hunger. "Strip," Colette commanded. "Get on the table." Claire scrambled to obey, pulling off her habit, her undergarments, everything, until she was lying vulnerable and exposed on the polished wood. Colette didn't wait. She climbed onto the table, straddling Claire. She spat onto her hand, smeared the saliva over her own clit, then wet Claire’s clit with the same fluid. She aligned their vulvas, the wet, skin-on-skin contact sparking a new wave of h

She would worry about Jessica’s fury later if she were to find out. Their breathing became heavier as they approached climax, and the sounds of flesh slapping, punctuated by moans and groans, echoed in the tiny room. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, turning her on even more. Fireworks exploded in her as she hit her climax, her body shaking and her walls gripping him tight as she came. With one final thrust, his legs shook as he spilled his seed inside her, her inner walls convulsing as she milked him dry.

she began, her thigh touching mine, "what makes you write like that? Your story was... real. It felt like you were writing about someone specific." I took a sip, the wine warm in my throat. "I guess... desires I haven't tried. Things I imagine but haven't done." My cheeks burned, but her gaze held me, urging me on. Marcus leaned forward, his voice low. "We're open-minded about desires. Life's too short to hold back, don't you think?" The air grew thick, charged with something new. Renata's hand touched my arm, light but clear. "Your story mentioned a couple," she said, her lips close to my ear. "Is that something you think about?"