Erotic Sories Novels & Stories

she whispers, laughing breathlessly, “but I love it. Make me come.” I turn the egg up a notch with the remote. She jolts, bells ringing. I grab the glass plug next, ridged and heavy. I slick it with lube, and press it against her asshole. “Relax,” I say. “Gonna fill both holes.” She nods, biting her lip. I push slowly; the ridges pop in one by one. She whimpers, ass clenching, but takes it all. Once it’s seated, I feel it through her walls when I slide two fingers into her pussy. The egg vibrates against them. “Oh fuck, Bernie, too full...feels so good,” spills from her.

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

These stories do not need to be read in any particular order; they all revolve around the same event and have some connections, but are stand alone pieces. *** Look, I just have to get it out of the way so the rest of this bullshit makes sense: I had a huge fucking crush on my boss. Huge. Epic. A gigantic, disgusting, ridiculous, disgusting, borderline obsessive, did-I-say-disgusting-already, unbelievable crush.

My heart hammered against my ribs. The order was degrading, obscene. And it set a fire in my belly. I leaned forward, closing the distance. The first touch of my tongue to the cool, wet wood was salt and bitterness and him. I moaned, the sound involuntary, vibrating against the desk. I licked a slow, deliberate stripe through the spill, gathering it into my mouth. The act was so submissive, so filthy, that it coiled heat low in my core. I could feel Jonathan’s seed trickling from inside me, a parallel intimacy.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

Eric :this is the 3rd to the last pose of the day ,so let’s stay here for a little while,stretching our legs,back and arms. I heard a rip and the cold air,brushed past my bare pussy, he pulled his dick, my pussy was already soaking wet, and I didn’t care how wrong this was.. I just needed something inside me. Eric: I need every one to him their favourite song, something that connects you to you favourite time in life.

He removed his mouth to speak to his brother. "Suck that pussy, Kill," Sin encouraged, his breath hot on my asshole. "Taste how much she wants us." Then he went to feast on my taboo hole again. I was losing my mind. The sensation of Killian's tongue in my pussy while Sin had his tongue circling the groove of my ass, plus his hands on my breasts, was too much. I felt my climax building, a tidal wave of heat rushing to my center. "I'm gonna cum! Please! Don't stop!" I begged.

Dora finds herself in a heated and explicit moment with her adopted father, struggling between resistance and desire. His touch and words ignite a fire within her, leading to an intense and passionate encounter. **************** I stood there, frozen, as his breath ghosted across my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His hand, rough yet gentle, cupped my breast, squeezing it possessively. I could feel his hardness pressing against my ass, a stark reminder of his desire. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through my veins.