Erotic Sotries Novels & Stories

A grin flashed across Erick's face. He gently guided me backwards until I fell across the bed. As I shuffled into place, he crawled up between my legs, his cock rock hard and the condom shining around it. Erick carefully lined up his cock with my entrance, flashed me a grin, and then slammed his entire length into me. A groan escaped me lips. Automatically, I wrapped my legs around him, trying to push him even deeper inside me. The heat that had been burning in my crotch all night began to grow and spread until it felt as if my entire body was burning.

It came from Lilith, who was three tables over, with the bald man who always asked for her because she screamed loudest. The screams were part of the service, part of the atmosphere, and part of what made the scarlet sea different from the other bars in this part of the city. The girls here performed pleasure like a circus act, and the men paid a premium just to hear them meowing like the pussies they called them. “You make those sounds?” the man asked as his thumb worked her nipple through the cotton. “If you want me to.” He scrunched his nose up in disgust. “I don't want you to make sounds because I want you to. I want you to make sounds because you can't help it.”

The musky-sweet scent filled his senses. “Taste me,” she instructed, voice low and commanding. “Slowly. Explore every fold. Make me ache for you.” Ethan leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh first, then another closer to her center. His tongue finally dragged along her slick lips in one long, reverent stroke. She tasted intoxicating, warm, slightly tangy, growing wetter with each pass. He circled her swollen clit with the flat of his tongue, then sucked it gently between his lips, humming softly. Ophelia’s hips twitched, her hand tightening in his hair.

Four weeks, three days and two and a half hours was the exact amount of time since he’d walked into the La Terrazza bar and fallen deep into his very first full-blown erotic obsession. He’d only gone into the place out of curiosity. He’d been working late and felt stressed out, pissed off and bored with his relatively mundane existence. La Terrazza was a notorious sexual stomping ground, and as a young man whose turn to stomp was long overdue, he’d arrived with high hopes, a genuine thirst, and the beginnings of a very nice hard-on. He’d expected glitzy people, pricey drinks and plush, slightly pervy surroundings; what he hadn’t expected was “The Weirdo’...

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

Damn, I'm fully erect now, ready for another round. We enter the shower. I turn on the water, which flows over us. She picks up the soap and slides it all over her body. When she reaches my cock, she slowly strokes it. I brace myself firmly against the walls, ready for her game. She finally leaves my crotch and moves up to my abs, caressing them gently. I love the attention she's giving me. Her hands are so soft, so delicate. I can't take it anymore, this temptation is driving me mad with desire. I stop her by taking her hand, then I do the same as her. I take the soap and start to lather her with my hands, which slowly move over her body. I start with her breasts, which I gently squeeze. Th

I said to Ginger, as I slipped my hands under her nightshirt and felt her bare ass with both of my hands. "Right, they don't know about our sapphic love affairs yet," said Ginger. "Sapphic, I like that word. Why have we not used it before?" I asked. "Probably because I only just learned it last week while reading a story on Literotica," said Ginger. "Literotica, what's that?" I asked. "Only the best website in the world for erotic literature and the like. You should check it out," said Ginger. "I'll do that when we get back home, it sounds interesting!" I replied.

A gift for all my slow romance erotica lovers, a short story from: dividing and conquering the professor I,II,III Lily's POV With my tongue tucked in my cheeks, I press the new toy against my pussy wall and the strong vibration causes my body to shake. “Ahh…” the small whimper that slips out, bounces off the bathroom wall. Biting my lips and pressing my thighs together only makes my moans come out louder. It's been too long since I got fucked, too long that a vibrator feels like paradise to me at the moment.