Erotic Prose Novels & Stories

I watched Frederick take his cock in his hand, working his way up and down his shaft. He threw his head back, groaning softly while I watched his cock harden in his hand. Every stroke, every groan and every whimper made heat rise in-between my thighs, and caused my nipples to stiffen. I didn't know that I was drooling until he stopped stroking himself and grabbed my hair so harshly that I winced. "Come on, I want to see if you can take the whole thing in that tiny mouth of yours."

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

“Cum inside me again...please...I want to feel it dripping out of me while I walk out of here...” Marcus’s rhythm grew rougher. He released her throat and started slapping her tits lightly with each thrust, just enough to make them bounce and sting. “You’re going to walk out of my office full of my cum...” he said, voice dark. “Legs shaking...nipples hard...everyone is going to look at you and have no idea I just fucked you senseless on this desk...” “Yes...yes...do it...fill me up...” Nina cried, her voice rising. “I’m close...Marcus...I’m so close...”

Your fingers trace forbidden roads, On my offered body, fragile and strange. Murmurs open like prayers, Trembling intoxication on the edge of the flesh. Shadow embraces shadow in fevered silence, Desire lights up with luminous bursts. In the deep night where our tears merge, Eroticism blooms, wild and soft. --- Chapter 1 — Confessions of a Desire Clémence

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

Eric was equally turned on, his hands eagerly tracing the contours of Troy’s muscular chest and abs. With a sudden move, Eric pushed Troy onto the bed, hovering over him as his mouth found Troy's nipples, sucking on them fervently. Troy let out a low moan, his hips instinctively thrusting upward as he felt Eric's hand wrap around his throbbing cock. Eric began to stroke it while still kissing Troy, his hand moving up and down in a steady rhythm.