Erotic Fiction Online Novels & Stories

I met her online, on some dating site. I can't remember which one exactly, I have so many on my phone, and this was sometime ago when I first returned to the country. We added each other on a few social medias, Snapchat, kik, and i*******m. What initially attracted me to her, was her long blonde hair, her big eyes that her makeup just made pop, and her very impressive deep cleavage. We chatted a little bit here and there, and eventually talked more. She loved sex, was very open about it, and enjoyed talking about it. I'm the exact same way, and it's gotten me into trouble a few times. So talking to someone with the same openness is always welcomed. She revealed to me that want really gets he

It only adds to the enticement. Then, glancing back and forth between her teary eyes and her wet pussy, I start pushing my tip against her opening. She mumbles and squeals complaints into her taped mouth, her eyes furious and terrified. I push more, teasing her, building up this horrible moment for her, watching her pretty eyes dart around as she realizes she’s about to get raped in her own bed by a stranger. I lean down and breathe in her neck and hair as she squirms and squeals. Her scent is so erotic. I can practically feel her pulse racing, her heart pounding blood through her body.

She was so unbelievably tight, so hot, and so impossibly wet that I felt like I was being swallowed by a volcano. "Oh, fuck," she hissed, her head tossing back, the blonde wig falling slightly away. "You're so deep. You're hitting everything, Creighton." She began to move, and it was clear why she was a superstar on OnlyFans. She had a rhythmic control over her hips that was breathtaking. She ground her pelvis against mine, her clit rubbing against my pubic bone with every downward stroke. She wasn't just bouncing; she was rolling her hips, a slow, circular motion that maximized the friction against every inch of my shaft.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

I let out a loud, choked-off cry. He started a brutal, fast pace. The desk was hitting the wall—thud, thud, thud. Every time he slammed into me, I felt a wave of shared heat explode in my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down so I could bite his shoulder. I wanted to mark him. I wanted everyone to know he belonged to me. The erotica of the moment was overwhelming. We were two people who should not be together, doing things that were forbidden. The risk of being caught made it even hotter. I could feel him clenching, his muscles getting hard as he pushed deeper and faster.

He delved in, a single, masterful stroke before he found my clit and began to circle it, a slow, torturous rhythm that had me squirming on the edge. “You’re still thinking about me when you’re next to me,” he stated, it was a fact, not a question. “Aren’t you?” “Yes,” I muttered, the word torn from me. His touch was doing something dangerous to me, rewiring my brain, melting my bones. “Tell me what you see,” he commanded, his finger pressing harder, demanding more. “I see your mouth between my legs,” I gasped, the fantasy spilling from my lips. “I see you bending me over your desk and calling me your little whore. I see your cum leaking out of me.”

Each thrusts of her cock drives me nuts, the ridges of her dick drives brutally, her tail pulls out of my ass only to manifest another thick appendage—this one ridged like her cock—and shoves back in, double-penetrating my ass while her main cock wrecks my cunt. I’m screaming now, voice hoarse, pleasure so intense it borders on agony. My pussy spasms wildly, squirting again in messy arcs that splatter the wall and floor. Cum from earlier leaks out around her shaft with every thrust, creamy and thick. “Beg for my cum,” she snarls, teeth grazing my neck. “Tell me you’re my possessed little whore.” “I’m yours—your whore—please fill me, breed me, ruin me!” The words rip out between sobs. Lira sm

Then I opened my legs wider for him, resisting the overwhelming urge to close them. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, voice low and rough. My face burned with humiliation, but I obeyed again. My fingers moved between my folds, smearing my abundant juices around my swollen clit. I closed my eyes tightly, unable to bear the intensity of his stare. “Open your eyes,” he snapped. “And do not hide your moans.” I obeyed, releasing my bitten lip as I circled my clit faster. Soft, embarrassed whimpers escaped me despite my best efforts. The wet sounds of my fingers filled the room, making everything feel even more degrading.

“That is my good little witch. Already addicted to demonic seed. Your mortal body is changing. Soon you will beg to be taken to my realm. To be my eternal breeding whore.” He fucked me through three more shattering orgasms, filling me again and again until cum poured out of me in glowing rivers every time he thrust. My thighs were soaked. My ass leaked from the tentacle play. My mind floated in a sea of corrupt pleasure. When he finally lowered me to the floor, I collapsed in a trembling, cum-soaked heap. My belly looked slightly swollen. My pussy pulsed visibly, still leaking his glowing essence. The taste of him lingered on my tongue. The scent of sex and demonic musk clung to my skin.

I was traveling thousands of miles, leaving my oblivious wife at home, to fuck a young girl I had met online because she enjoyed the stories I wrote. If you asked me why I started writing and publishing erotica on Literotica, I do not believe I could give you a full and satisfactory answer. I had been reading the site for some years, had an idea for a story that I wrote out and, after a very short time hemming and hawing, published it.