Erotic Fiction Stories Novels & Stories

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

The words spilled out of me before I could stop them. Garrick laughed and hooked my knees over his elbows, folding me in half. The new angle let him grind his dick right against me “Listen to her, brothers. One dick and our sweet little moonflower is already begging like a bred-out pack slut.” The other alphas stroked their leaking cocks faster. Their eyes glowed as they watched my pussy stretch obscenely around their leader’s thick dick Eric reached down and slapped one of my bouncing tits making it jiggle. Gabriel leaned in and sucked my other nipple into his mouth.

The wet squelching sounds were absolutely obscene. “You’re such a disgusting little fist slut,” she laughed. “Taking my whole hand like a cheap whore. I bet Maya would die if she saw her best friend getting fisted by her big sister.” The dirty talk sent me over the edge again. I came violently around her fist, my pussy gushing and squirting all over her arm and the bed. Lena kept fisting me through it, drawing out the orgasm until I was sobbing with pleasure. She finally pulled her hand out slowly, leaving my cunt gaping wide open. She brought her soaked fist to my mouth.

That caused my eyebrows to raise and my cheeks to blush. "Well... If you like that mix, maybe 'Story of O' by Pauline Réage, 'The Lover' by Marguerite Duras, 'Tropic of Cancer' by Henry Miller, or 'Delta of Venus' by Anaïs Nin could be recommended," I suggested, my face burning. These were considered significant works of erotic literature, but at the same time, they were quite scandalous. "Did you enjoy them?" he asked with a slightly huskier voice. "I like forming my own opinions."

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

Something they had in common, they were dominators and wanted to dominate galaxies, worlds, dimensions among the conquerors. What they couldn't conquer was a lady, a companion and a queen, at least someone who had sex with them, but who didn't die in the process. Erebo sucked the soul out of the bodies of his sexual partners. Due to this, many knew that the joining of the alliance between the three emperors and conquerors would yield the best and the largest and most evolved technology they could know. Chronos sucked the life energy when they had sex. Chaos sucked the brains of his partners with his tentacles.

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.

I gasped into Damian’s mouth; he swallowed the sound, bit my lip, tasted my surrender. “Bed,” he growled, lifting me as if I weighed nothing, the linen cool against my heated skin, the city strobing across my body like a private show. Seraphina shed her robe, her body a sculpture of shadows and curves, climbing over me, breasts heavy, mouth on my clit before I could breathe. Damian watched, stroking himself, cock thick and heavy, already leaking. No words now—just the language of skin, of teeth, of the shutter I’d abandoned on the floor.

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.

There was an odd swear word in it but it seemed right for the context'. 'Did it turn you on?' I asked simply. Julia now flushed bright red and did not answer. 'Your face tells me that it did. I'm glad, which is what it's supposed to do. Did it offend you?' 'No. How could a lovely story like that offend me?' she asked in return. 'What better definition of erotic writing do you want. Something that is not offensive but is a turn on both mentally and physically' 'Do you think that that story is true?'