Erotic College Stories Novels & Stories

Well there was only two weeks left to enjoy her and I was doing that as much as I could. Not that I didn't actually enjoy the class itself as I had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what I was writing was dirty stories, or as the web sites called it; erotica. I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews.

"So? Talk. Why are you really here at midnight?" Ryder leaned over her, his hands flat on the mattress on either side of her thighs. The scent of him filled her senses, making her pussy ache. "I heard a rumor today, Ruthie," he whispered, his face inches from hers. "My sisters have big mouths. They say you're the talk of the school. They say you've been letting guys do filthy things to you." Ruth-Ann froze, her heart hammering. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Due to that, I got a seat in this beautiful place. Well, I was eager then. I have heard people saying that many great love stories start blooming in this college and I badly wanted mine to bloom here. I was not interested in any kind of friendship or bullshit, I just wanted one thing, a girl, who would be my possession and I was damn sure I would get it. And wow, the first day of college didn't disappoint me at all.

"Matt! *Please*!" "Shh" he whispered, rubbing himself against me. "I'll tell the college!" I barked, as tears began to well in my eyes, "I'll tell them about us!" "Tell them" he scoffed, and I could feel him becoming harder between my legs. "Who do you think they'll believe? The college lecturer with a spotless record, or the college slut with an app for being fucked? Huh, slut? The dirty little pervert who gets drunk and teases all the men in campus?".

Eventually, it dawned on me on the third day as I realized that he stopped waiting to give me a ride to college, and instead asked his driver, a middle-aged man named Colin, to do so instead. I couldn't help but wonder what I might have done that he has resorted to avoidance. I had really gotten addicted to the little moments we shared during our daily drives before he dropped me off at college. Or had I been too much of a nuisance during the process of him eating me out? Had I asked for too much? Maybe he had been repulsed by the fact that I was still a novice to sex and only wanted an experienced woman. The zillions of erotic novels that I had read during highschool had done little to prep

"This place... it might be a bit much. If it freaks you out, we can turn right around and leave. No pressure." Jay reached up, his fingers lightly brushing over the edge of my mask. "Open the door, Jake," he murmured softly, his eyes heavy with arousal. My heart hammered against my ribs. I turned the handle and pushed the heavy door open. The red room was dimly lit, drenched in deep crimson light and thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and heavy perfume. Everywhere you looked, bodies were entangled. Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys.

I lay sprawled across my narrow dorm bed, legs spread wide, my laptop glowing softly beside me. On the screen was Professor Adrian Black’s faculty photo—the one that had ruined the Good girl in me for months. Those storm-gray eyes stared straight into me while I rubbed my clit desperately. “ Aughh Fuck… Adrian,” I moaned while I pictured him pinning me down in that low voice growling my name while he fucked me senselessly. I had first seen him in person as a guest speaker back at my former University. He had stepped onto the stage like he owned the entire room, speaking about obsession in Gothic literature with such dark intensity that I grew wet right there in my seat. That night I touched

I say, scrunching my nose and pressing my lips together and wishing the floor would swallow me. They glance at each other like they’re sharing a secret without saying a word. “There’s nothing wrong with it,” he says, shrugging. “You’re not a kid anymore. It’s not like it’s new to you.” Inker’s eyes light up as she adds, “Exactly. You’re a college girl now. Old enough to know what the world sounds like when two people are fucking.” My fork scratches my plate. My appetite’s gone but I chew anyway, because I don’t know where else to put my mouth.

“College was a fucking dry spell. And none of those boys could do what you’re doing right now. Not even close.” The ghosts seemed to love her honesty. Their touches grew bolder, more confident. Using some invisible force, they slowly lifted her a few inches off the bed, holding her suspended in the air. Lucian sucked hard on her clit while Victor finger-fucked her faster and deeper. Elias pulled her tank top up and latched onto her nipples, sucking and biting them gently. Harper was losing control rapidly. “You absolute assholes,” she moaned, half-laughing, half-crying from the overwhelming pleasure. “I came here to debunk you and now I’m getting ghosted in the best and worst way possible. T

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.