Erotic Real Stories Novels & Stories

I could feel the sweat beginning to pool in the small of my back, the air in the office becoming thick and humid with our combined heat. "Yes! Oh god, Professor, harder!" I wailed, my voice cracking, losing all its composure. I could feel his chest pressing into my back, his breath hot against my ear, and I knew I was gone. I wasn't the group leader or the top student anymore. I was just a woman being broken open by the only man who could do it. When he found my clit, grinding his hand against me while he kept up that punishing pace, I felt the world start to crumble. The pressure was too much, a perfect storm of internal and external friction that pushed me right to the edge. I was sobbing

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

Erotic Compilation Stories. My Fantasy::: It was definitely a time of extreme trial for me, and if I had known how it would end, I might have not bitched as much as I did during it all. To begin with, my boyfriend, Jimmy, broke up with me because when I shared my fantasies with him, per his request, he said I was too much of a sexual freak for him. Let me explain a bit further so you better understand. I had been reading stories on those sites that specialize in erotic literature after doing some research on a paper for a class on human sexuality on how some people engage in different sexual acts for pleasure. Now, some of the stories were so bizarre that I couldn't finish reading them, but

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

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.

he murmured, fingers tightening as she sucked harder. Her hand stroked the base in time with each plunge, her throat taking him deeper until tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. She gagged softly and pulled back, saliva slicking his shaft. The sounds were obscene, wet, messy, erotic. "Stop," he rasped suddenly, tugging gently. "I don't want to come in your mouth. Not yet." She gave one last teasing lick, letting his cock fall from her lips with a wet pop. He was flushed, glistening, twitching with need.

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. "You can open your eyes now," Her words reach my ears when I've... settled into position on the bed. I blush, then breath deeply at the feeling of seeing again as my eyelids go open. I'm blinking to adjust my vision while she trails her hands softly over my hips, tracing the bands of my panties.

I think the little boss lady wants me to do more than just caresses. Since she continues to not react, I must do more to satisfy what I need to do. I straighten up and lift her to place her on her desk, she gives a startled gasp. I prefer not to look at her eyes, I’d be far too afraid to continue. I raise her skirt and spread her thighs, still without looking, and she says nothing, so that’s what she wants! I tear her string off, and I caress the entrance of her string well. She’s quite wet. I take her head and devour her lips. She responds to my kiss. She caresses my shoulders, she lifts my shirt, her hands trace my hard torso. I insert two fingers into her clitoris, she spreads her thighs

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."