Novel & Cerita Erotic Stories Kristen

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

Being worshiped and pleasured by three sexy as hell men. After sucking my sensitive and throbbing clit, Ethan held my head and turned it to his side of the bed before slipping his own throbbing cock into my mouth. He was perhaps the most vocal of all the men on this night, as he peppered me with dirty words and erotic questions. Asking me if I was a slut and if I liked being used as a whore, strangely enough I found this degrading talk aroused me further, and I played along with him answering every question and degrading thing he had to say.

She gives me a small, wicked smile before lowering her head back down to her paper. The butt plug was Christine’s idea. Even though it feels like we’ve been growing apart lately, we haven’t been growing apart so much that she could resist telling me that she and Eric are having anal sex ‘all the time.’ She was the only person I could think of to go to for advice on how to do it, since Xavier seems determined that I’m not ready it for yet. But I am—or, I could be, anyway.

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

My voice was shaky. Renata's lips curved into a smile, her brown eyes shining with something I couldn't quite name. "No, the opposite. Your writing is... powerful. Brave. I love erotic books myself, and I'd like to talk more about it. Are you free this weekend? Come to my place Saturday at seven." My heart hammered. Was this a test? A trick? Or something else? "Sure," I managed, my voice catching. She gave me a slip of paper with her address. Her fingers brushed mine, sending a spark through my skin.

Lingering on my puffy nipples and the trimmed strip of hair between my legs. His mouth curves. "Not a natural blonde, then." I snort, climbing back onto his lap. The sight of him touching himself like that has made me all wobbly. "Not born platinum blonde? Sadly, no. Sorry to disappoint." He nips my bare shoulder, gathering me back into his arms. "You could never disappoint, Sarah Hastings." Oh, boy. This man is going to wreck me, I know it. And Ki is clearly in no rush to undress, but I want his shirt open, at least. I've been wondering about the chest hair situation for weeks, staring at his open collar during all our library sessions. I've come this far, and inquiring minds need to know.

He covered her mouth and immediately paddled his tongue inside. His hands dropped to her chest. He inserted his hand inside her bra and pulled out one of her breasts. "Ohhh..." she muttered sharply as his whole hand was squeezing her healthy bosom. He licked her neck down until he reached her exposed chest. He put one hardened nipple inside his mouth as his both hands reached behind her to remove the hook of her bra. "Unggghhhh... Ahhhh!" she tugged at his hair while tilting her head. Clayton leaned her on the table then lifted her body so that she could sit there. He has completely removed her bra so her two breasts are completely free. His hand caressed one of her breasts as a finger playe

I wrote this down in my notepad . I quickly got up and turned my head hearing voices behind me . " Did you think you could run , I love to play hide and seek . Would you like to see what I do to them after finding them ? I punish them just like I'm about to do ." He spat out . Please leave me I'm begging you just kill me , death would be better than a life like this . " SHUT UP " He shouted . "Guys lock her up ." He said to his subordinate ." No, please leave me , don't do this , I'm begging you , leave me ! " I shouted with all my might but to blocked ears . I'll never be strong please leave me. I shouted as I exited the room . How I wish I could have amnesia. That way I would be able to e

Kinks: CNC (Consensual Non-Consent), kidnapping, rough sex, being overpowered, degradation + praise, being used, forced orgasms, being claimed/possessed. She hesitated for a long time before hitting “match.” That same night, she matched with someone. Damien. His profile was simple: Damien Cross, 34 Kinks: CNC, kidnapping/roleplay, heavy dominance, ownership, rough sex, breeding talk, marking, aftercare. They started chatting. At first, it was cautious. Then it became intense. Damien: You said you like being taken against your will. How real do you want it to feel? Elena: As real as possible. I want to be scared. I want to feel like I don’t have a choice… but I also want a safe word.

After about fifteen minutes of waiting in the lounge, he heard giggles of a group of girls, and then Madison entered with two other girls, all naked and completely shocked to see him. "Who are you?" Madison's soft voice came, soft but firm. She raised a brow at him, her nipples pointing straight at him and he didn't even bother to look away from those monster tits. He had only seen such massive breasts in p**n, never in real life, and now he was staring at them? Nothing was going to stop him now from claiming her and making her his. Killian was known for being promiscuous. He never cared about any girl enough to keep her after he had gotten what he wanted...the warmth of her pussy. Love didn