Erotic Prose Novels & Stories

All of his attention was focused on that area of his body, his nerves alive and on fire, and then a new sensation was added in. Eric held Tom’s dick in his fist again, and this time he slowly circled the tip with his thumb, pushing Tom closer to that edge. His prostate was being stroked each time Eric pushed into his ass, and now the head of his cock was being teased and prodded in rhythm with Eric’s glorious fucking. He was building to what he was sure would be the most explosive climax ever.

“I’ve been wet for you all evening.” Elise tugged the panties down and let them fall. She dropped to her knees between Daphne’s parted legs. The scent of her arousal filled Elise’s senses—musky, sweet, intoxicating. She pressed a soft kiss to the inside of one thigh. Daphne’s legs trembled. Another kiss higher. Then Elise’s tongue traced a slow line up slick, swollen folds. Daphne cried out, fingers threading into Elise’s hair. “Oh… your mouth… it’s so much better than I imagined.”

‘Did I really let that THING enter me in the past? I must be a superhero. “Don’t worry,” Eric reassured. “You ate my d*ck quite fine before. You’d survive.” Is that a way to comfort me? Either way, I don’t want to stop in the middle. So, I nodded my head and said, “D-Do it.” Eric frowned and cursed undertone. He brushed his hair upwards and whispered, “Damn. You’re an aphrodisiac to me. Sh*t.” Eric rubbed his glans, touching my entrance. Then he began to push the tip of his glans carefully.

Saffron grazes his protruding canines against the crook of my neck with a low and fierce growl vibrating from the nest of his chest. The sensual kiss of our bodies grinding against one another becomes more glorious the longer it continues. It’s tantalising. Erotic. It’s sinfully poetic in a sense that I can’t begin to fathom. My arousal burns hotter with every hint of contact between us. His straining erection can’t be hidden, and the rock-hard length rubs insatiably against my clit. The slightest friction has stars dancing before my very eyes.

he murmurs, his fingertips grazing the skin over my ribcage ever so gently. Eros hovers over me, locking his penetrating azure gaze on me. Our bodies do not touch yet I feel a powerful sensation run through me. Prickly yet pleasurable, just like the feeling I got the first night that Eros's lips brushed my hand. The feeling grows stronger, turning from a prickle to a pulsation, coursing in my veins, kissing every nerve ending in my body. I’m gasping, unable to hold on anymore. The satin comforter rumples and stretches under my desperate grip. Eros's eyes never leave mine, and I am unable to blink and break his hypnotic stare. I want to scream, want to thrash from this sweet agony but I am to

It’s the very first time that I have ever let a full sentence out without feeling like I’m going to make a mistake and bite myself halfway through talking. Lira’s eyes flash with delight and hunger. A sweet, wicked smile curves her full lips. “There she is, my brave girl.” She kisses me slow and deep, tongue sliding lazy and affectionate this time, tasting like my own cum and spiced sweetness. Then, she pulls out, leaving me achingly empty. Strings of our mixed juices stretch between us before breaking. Lira rises onto her knees, straddling my chest. Her thick thighs frame my face, that glistening, puffy violet cunt hovering inches above my mouth, her scent is intoxicating, I feel like I’m g

Her other hand traced the contours of his muscles, exploring the hardness beneath his skin, and yet, each touch ignited a spark of desire within her. She fought against the rising bile in her throat, a sour taste flooding her mouth as her body reacted. Saliva surged, pooling in her mouth to the overwhelming sensation. Deep within her, a wellspring of desire surged, intensifying the thrill coursing through her veins. "Fuck, Erin!" Orion cursed. The throb in Erin's chest surged as her tongue tenderly traced his rugged skin, and her delicious lips grazed along his length. Erin had never envisioned herself partaking in such an act.

slipped past my lips. Involuntarily, my trembling hand rose and cupped his cheek, exploring the softness of his skin with delicate strokes. My touch traveled to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as if craving his proximity. I was no longer in command of my own body, swept away by a whirlwind of sensations that unfolded too rapidly to comprehend. As his hand left my hips and ventured toward my drenched core, I couldn't suppress the tightening grip of my nails against his skin. The touch was tender, yet charged with erotic energy. Almost instantaneously, I felt his hardness pressing against my abdomen, triggering a mixture of pleasure and discomfort.