Erotic Litature Novels & Stories

You must read, so you'll know what we know. Loving books as she did, Madeleine had soon forgotten her disappointment. The private library was a wondrous hoard of knowledge, and as arousing in its way as the long, shared hours of yesterday. Each book was a classic of pornography. As she read — and read and read and read - Madeleine soon grew both learned and fevered. Every picture seemed to remind her of the touch of Delrina’s lips, or the way Laurelina’s fingertips could seek out, and find, the most discreet and receptive of pleasure-nodes, then tantalise them to the very edge of madness. Every line or paragraph of uncensored prose seemed to conjure up the taste of Nadia’s sweat.

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.

"Don't be embarrassed, sweetheart. It's just biology." I left the room, my entire body humming with adrenaline and lust. That was my phase two. Trying to normalise it. Making sure to imply that it was our shared secrets. I wouldn't want any backing out. That afternoon, I came home early. I went straight to his laptop. This time, I didn't just look at history. I opened the Literotica website to a specific story *"Auntie's Obedience School"* and left the browser open on his screen. Then I went to my room, changed into a casual sun dress, and waited.

The kiss was hungry and urgent, full of all the tension that had built up during every lecture. He backed her up until her ass hit the edge of the desk. Papers shifted under her. One hand moved from her face down to her neck, holding her in place while he kissed her harder. His other hand slid under her skirt and straight between her legs. He cupped her pussy over her panties and groaned when he felt how soaked the fabric was. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” he muttered against her mouth. He rubbed his fingers along the wet material, pressing it between her swollen lips. Sara gasped and rocked against his hand. The friction on her clit felt so good she almost came right there.

The dark spot had spread so much that the thin fabric clung to my swollen pussy lips, outlining every curve. A thin string of slick had started to drip down my inner thigh. "Look at that mess," he murmured, sounding so pleased. "Your innocent pussy is dripping just from reading my fantasy out loud." "Now slide your hand inside your panties, Lana. Touch yourself properly for my eyes only. Rub your clit in slow circles while I watch."

"But I like it." I stepped back and I leaned arching my spine and pushing my breasts out, knowing he had a perfect view of my cleavage. "I'm not teasing, Damien," I said, my voice steady and sure. "I want you. I want you to see me, to touch me, to take me right here on this desk." "I'm your sister's husband" he tried to reason but I pulled him closer and made my breast bounced again. His eyes roamed over my body, "Your lips," he said, his voice a growl. "That red lipstick... it's driving me crazy."

I couldn’t hold in anymore as he pinched my nipples and used his finger to circle on them. “I would love to suck these nipples.” He said, nibbling on my ears which sent a shiver down my spine. My clits throbbed, my hearth began pounding and my breath became slow and uneven. He looked at me and smiled, his tongue licked my breasts and his teeth grazed my nipple. He sucked them like a baby, using his hand to pinch the other as he sucked one. I became wet, closed my legs tight. “Don’t fight it” he said with a low seductive voice. I opened my legs slowly and he traced his finger down to my wet dripping pussy, shifted my panties and touched it, then brought his finger out. He put it in my mouth “

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

Outside the office window the city moved on, unaware. Ronan fucked him in long, deep strokes that made the desk creak. One hand pinned Emery’s wrists above his head. The other stroked his cock in time. The breeding language never stopped. Low, steady descriptions of claiming him on the very desk where Ronan worked, of leaving him full and marked so the scent of it stayed on his skin. Emery came hard across his own stomach. Ronan kept thrusting through the clench, then buried himself and came with a low groan, hips pressed tight. He stayed inside while they both caught their breath, then pulled out and watched the slow leak of come onto the desk blotter. Emery cleaned it with a tissue, but Ro

No swirl, no stroking, just pressure. She pinched her bottom lip between her teeth to hold back the groan. A wave of liquid light rolled through her, its epicenter, her clit. Heat pooled in her core and she dripped—well, dripped more. Her panties had been damp for three days. All it took was seeing a guy, or talking to a guy, or hearing a guy down the hall and if she was even remotely attracted to him she'd imagine what his dick looked like, felt like and tasted like.