Erotic Fictio Novels & Stories

I wanted to see what they were doing, so I could taunt him for it. Right at the entrance of the labyrinth of flowers, Erik stood with his pants below his knees. The lady with him had very large assets, just as Erik liked them. Her buttocks were in the air and her fingers were touching her toes as Erik kept thrusting deep into her. "Fuck!" Erik sang as he increased his tempo obviously about to reach his release. He grabbed the lady by her hips and thrashed into her deeper and harder. Her screams got louder and I wasn't certain anymore if they were still the sound of pleasure or pain.

She’s now sitting sideways, with one hand holding on the guy’s shirt and the other one holding the box placed on her lap. “Hold tightly or you’ll fell off.” He said threatening her. “O— okay.” She said and encircled her arm on Lyon’s waist. The Ducat* then vroomed loudly, making her grip on him to tighten. She then thought, ‘This is an experience I’ll never forget in my life.’

His reputation spoke for itself. So, not being intimidated at all, Eden stood her ground, "No, Mr. Etheridge, being my boss doesn’t give you the right to judge me. It’s my personal life. And I don't take orders for it. And in any case, if you are talking as my fiancee, then let me remind you, we are not truly engaged or bound to each other. It's a fake thing." Damien's eyes got colder as he took a step close to Eden. While breathing fire, just when he was about to open his mouth, an unexpected knock stopped him with his thoughts unsaid. The opening sound of the door drew their attention to the interrupter.

“How else would you have survived your mother’s lethal glares, the ladies’ attempts to fix your single status, and all the juicy gossip about your thrilling private life?” “Oh, I don’t know, darling. It wouldn’t be that hard,” he echoed, smirking. “I’d just say I pined for a dazzling socialite—Aurora, the charming lady who broke my heart in that one unforgettable night of passion…” “Oh no, you don’t!” I gasped in mock outrage. “Don’t you dare make up corny stories about me! At least make it exciting—like how the brave Aurora swooped in to save you from the blazing dessert—!”

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

It was as if the air in the hall froze, Jeanne's words imploding like a bomb. The guests erupted into hushed discussion, murmurs filling the room as they stole glances at Charlotte and Joseph. Charlotte was shocked ashen, her tears falling uncontrollably down her cheeks. She hurriedly grabbed Joseph's arm, voice trembling out of control, "Joseph, this is all fake! Someone must have edited these photos! You believe me, right?" Joseph didn't reply immediately, only bending down and picking up the photos scattered on the floor. He looked at each one carefully, seeing how Charlotte partied in clubs and had intimate interactions with men. His fingers trembled slightly, a complicated mix of emotio

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.

Letting on foot down on the ground as I play with the pen in my hand. Behind the camera, the crew nodded, silently filming the little gestures I always forgot about the way I twirled a pen between my fingers, the sigh that escaped before I caught it, the subtle tapping of my foot. It wasn’t nervous ticks, it was just something I did quite often. It helped me focus to other people it looked like I was nervous. My therapist thinks its a nervous tick I do subconsciously. Which is bull if you ask me. I’ve done it since I was a child. As my manager went over the week’s schedule, my phone buzzed quietly at the corner of the desk. I glanced down.

I squirmed, curled my toes and tossed. I wanted to scream out so bad, but all my sounds were muffled into his lips. Suddenly, he pulled away…but his hand movement didn’t stop. Instead, his pace picked up again…. Who knew fingering could feel this good!! The force of his movement caused my body to tremble along. My vision was blurry but I could see him staring down at me with a devious smile. “I need to pee.” I managed to mutter in between moans. He smiled curved even more, “No princess, you’re going to squirt”

Her hand rubbed back and forth over my tightened nipple, her fingers skimming over the sensitive flesh. I exhaled and let out a gentle moan to show her that I appreciated what she was doing in the hope that it encourages her to do more. Margot felt proud of herself as she continued to rub my aching flesh and I realised I needed to take this further, I needed her. “Pinch my nipple, Margot. Pinch the flesh and roll it between your finger and thumb. Ohhhh fuck…. that’s it………. not too hard, hunnie………ahhh, just fucking right.”