Erotic Prose Novels & Stories

I had never been a newbie in the art of lovemaking and I wasn’t innocent with porn too—having worked with mostly men in my life in the military and catching them watch porn magazines and videos in secret, so I knew what a man’s appendage for sex looked like. And Eros, well, his was huge. His was...how do I say it...an alpha meat. The feel of him against my folds took me by surprise. He was so full, so long, I felt like a witch riding a special broom with a premium vibrator on. His length hit every spot of my arousal, sending me further up into my peak. I was delirious. I was on a high and this all happened even without being penetrated yet. Fuck. And now, it was one future I certainly antici

"Professor—" "Third problem." His fingers left me abruptly, and I whined at the loss. The sound of his belt unbuckling made my stomach flip. "You’re impatient." The zipper followed, the rustle of fabric. Then, thud. Something heavy landed on the desk beside my head. A book. "The Eros Discipline." His voice was a smirk. "Ever read it?" I shook my head, my cheeks flaming. "Pity." His hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head back so I could see the cover—a woman bound in ropes, her body arched in submission. "It’s about a professor who re-educates his student. Sound familiar?"

It burned slightly as it went down, a sharp contrast to the sweet, wet heat Rox was creating between my legs. "Drink it all," Eric whispered, his eyes locked on mine, watching for the swallow. "This will keep his seed alive inside you. It will make your womb a garden for him." As the last drop disappeared, Rox’s tongue turned into a blurring frenzy. He wasn't being gentle anymore; he was sucking with a desperate, rhythmic force, his cheeks hollowing out as he pulled at me. The sensation was overwhelming, the bitterness of the herbs in my throat, the weight of Eric’s hand on my head, and the raw, localized explosion of Rox’s mouth.

He leaned down, his nose got a small whiff of her pink pussy exposed to him, “You smell divine,” Nia’s breath seized, but she didn’t protest. She lowered herself onto him, her mouth enclosed his throbbing length as he positioned himself between her legs. The moment his tongue touched her soaked folds, her legs quivered. “Eros….please..” she moaned around his cock, Eros wasted no time, his tongue lapped at her with a hunger that matched her own. The taste of wine lingered on his lips, adding a sweet taste to the heat of her swollen clit.

But Aaron blocked Ederic's tip with his thumb, making the younger roll his eyes in pain and pleasure. “I am yet to reach the climax, baby... Let's release together...” Saying that Aaron was continuously hitting Ederic's sensitive part, his prostate. Ederic cried out in pleasure. There was nothing else in his mind other than focusing on how Aaron was going in and out and constantly hitting his prostate. Soon They released together and Aaron flopped on Ederic's shoulder, letting out a heavy breath, mingled together. “Do you like it?”

The assigned text, Bataille’s Erotism, was a descent into philosophical darkness. It spoke of the sacred and the profane, of violence as a gateway to ecstasy, of transgression as a necessary rupture of the mundane world. Elara read it in her small apartment, her body still sore and marked from the last session, the words resonating in her bones. She understood, now, that her thesis was not merely an academic exercise. It was a lived experience, a mapping of her own violation and transcendence.

EROS’s tongue explored my wet insides and then his fingers returned to pay loving attention to my swollen clit. He skillfully massaged that tiny little nub of pleasure, sending waves of raw pleasure pulsating throughout my entire body. I sucked harder on his cock as his hips began moving, thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth. “Hell, I want to fuck your mouth…” EROS groaned as he took a break from ramming his tongue into my pussy hole.

He was intoxicating, leading me to engage in acts I had never before considered. His intoxicating masculine scent overwhelmed my senses, making my head spin. His rough, large hands explored my body, sending shivers down my spine and igniting an insatiable desire within me. I slid my hand between us, grasping his throbbing length. He was already rock hard, like steel. Slowly, I raised myself onto my knees, guiding his erection to my center. Gently, I eased myself down, enveloping his rigid member within my eager depths. He moaned into my mouth, a symphony of pleasure and satisfaction, as he hungrily kissed my lips.

He was intoxicating, leading me to engage in acts I had never before considered. His intoxicating masculine scent overwhelmed my senses, making my head spin. His rough, large hands explored my body, sending shivers down my spine and igniting an insatiable desire within me. I slid my hand between us, grasping his throbbing length. He was already rock hard, like steel. Slowly, I raised myself onto my knees, guiding his erection to my center. Gently, I eased myself down, enveloping his rigid member within my eager depths. He moaned into my mouth, a symphony of pleasure and satisfaction, as he hungrily kissed my lips.