Erotic Stoies Novels & Stories

I scoff, making him turn to me with new interest, "Bisexual, pansexual... lesbian, I mean, that one is not for you, but it exists. Or just Erosexual." "What's that one?" he asks, actually interested. I have to fight the biggest smile ever because he's never asked me something before, not like this. He always seems to know absolutely everything. "It's when a completely straight guy is suddenly very into fucking another guy whose name is Eros," I explain, making him roll his eyes extra hard at that one, "Look, at the end of the day nobody actually cares about who you're fucking, especially around here. My dad doesn't care, the rest of the security guys won't care and it's not like we have much

To drown in ecstacy... To dive into passion... The four stages of sex: Admiring, teasing, confessions and fucking hard. FUCK WITHOUT CARING ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE, FUCK WITHOUT CARING ABOUT THE SINGLE SHIT THAT MIGHT HAPPEN NEXT. ... WARNING: VERY EROTIC! IRIS'S P.O.V .... "I know what you are thinking, but we are not going to waste our time on that matter, not this night, not today, cause right now it's all about pleasure, it's all about you"

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

The free swing of her breasts added extra zest to her state of excitement— especially when Dina took a moment to play with them, making her nipples spark with want. Lorraine lay down with her knees up, her feet planted on the vinyl cushion, and her clitty on fire. A heartbeat later, Dr. Melling’s erogenous ass hovered above her face. She clasped the divine, sensitive cheeks, and pulled Dina into a sitting position. She felt the sizzle between her own legs as she began to lick the sweet furrow— Dina’s perfectly poised slit. Her ears went erect when she heard a sigh as crisp as the abandoned notebook: the

“Taste it. Taste what you did. What we did.” He forced his fingers past her lips. The flavor was complex—her own tang, the bitter salt of other men, the unmistakable musk of raw sex. She sucked on them, her eyes rolling back, a fresh wave of shameful arousal drowning her anger. Satisfied, he unzipped his jeans. His thick cock, already fully hard, sprang free. He rubbed the head through the soaked, sensitive folds of her pussy, gathering the mixed fluids. “This is what you do to me,” he hissed. “You make me a fucking animal. You make me want to share you and then reclaim you.”

“Ethan… please.” Every word I said only pulled us deeper. He held still for a moment, forehead pressed to mine, like he was trying not to lose control. Then I rolled my hips, needing more. And that was it. He moved—slow at first, deep strokes that had me moaning with every thrust, but it didn’t stay slow. I met him, matching his rhythm, pulling him closer, harder, faster. My hands were everywhere—his shoulders, his arms, his back—needing to feel him, anchor myself to this moment.

I said with a smile, she tried to push me away but her arms fell to the side because she was weak, this made me laugh out loud, “ Bitch!” I said, giving her a smack on her pussy. “ Oh.” She let out a moan, falling over. Eric just watched, he didn't look interested. He wiped the cap of his dick that had cum on it, his dick went back up as he was still hard with precum glistening the cap. He knelt down, pushing her legs aside as he pressed the tip by her pussy entrance then he rammed into her walls, “ Ohhhh.” She screamed, jerking from her unconscious stage as she looked at the both of us,

I could feel something coming and I knew that I was about to climax. “Just cum…forget everything. Just stay with me…” EROS whispered sweetly to me. My eyes widened and I cried out his name loudly when his other hand began pinching my clit. My legs spread even wider apart as my whole body writhed from the unbearable pleasure of his double stimulation. This is just too much…

"So... you like erotic stories, don't you, my son?" He attempted to speak, but I interrupted his stammer, reaching down to place my finger to his lips, my big tits just inches above him, my slightly wet pussy directly in front of him in plain sight. "And you particularly like erotic stories about sons and mommies, don't you, my son?" My hand reached down and wrapped gently around his, as expected, erect and ready-to-burst cock.

His other hand wrapped around her throat from behind—not squeezing, just holding, thumb stroking her pulse. “You’ll sit there for fifty minutes,” he murmured against her ear, hips snapping forward. “Feeling my come drip out of you. Feeling this toy torture that pretty clit. And you’ll be perfectly still.” She was close already—dangerously close. He sensed it, slowed, turned the vibe down to a teasing hum. “Not yet.” Then he sped up again, pounding harder, chasing his own release. When he came, he pushed deep and stayed there, flooding her a second time, groaning low against her neck.