Erotic Stories To Read Novels & Stories

His mouth never stopped licking, sucking, devouring me like I was the only thing he wanted in the world. Pleasure coiled tight and fast. My thighs trembled around his shoulders. I tried to keep reading, but the words blurred. “Lucas.... I can’t...” “You can,” he growled, pumping his fingers deeper, tongue flicking relentlessly. “Read it. All of it.” I gasped through the rest of the vow, voice cracking on every syllable as my orgasm built like a storm. When I reached the final line...…until I’m ruined for anyone else"...he sucked my clit hard and curled his fingers just right.

This gave me more comfortable access to her delicious pussy and let me go deeper with my tongue. Following a tip I'd read in an erotic story somewhere, I began with the alphabet technique, simply recreating the alphabet between her lips. According to the story, the unpredictability of the movements created a wild pleasure that built up steadily. It seemed to be working. By the time I was at Q she was moaning loudly, begging me, "Don't stop, Derek, don't stop!" Of course, I had no intention of stopping. I could have dined on this delicious delicacy all day and all night, wallowing in the amazing taste.

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.

He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

I whispered, my last guilty effort, but his hand slid between my legs, stroking my clit, and I moaned softly. “She’s out cold, don't worry," he persuaded, pushing me back onto the bed, his body following, pressing me into the mattress. “Just us now.” His mouth claimed mine again, our tongues tangling as I arched into him, my nails digging into his back as his hands roamed, squeezing my ass, then up to cup my breasts. “These tits,” he growled, rubbing an aroused nipple. “Been thinking about them all day.” “Fuck, Derek,” I panted, my hips rocking against his hand as he rubbed me. “We shouldn’t… oh, God.”

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You must read, so you'll know what we know. Loving books as she did, Madeleine had soon forgotten her disappointment. The private library was a wondrous hoard of knowledge, and as arousing in its way as the long, shared hours of yesterday. Each book was a classic of pornography. As she read — and read and read and read - Madeleine soon grew both learned and fevered. Every picture seemed to remind her of the touch of Delrina’s lips, or the way Laurelina’s fingertips could seek out, and find, the most discreet and receptive of pleasure-nodes, then tantalise them to the very edge of madness. Every line or paragraph of uncensored prose seemed to conjure up the taste of Nadia’s sweat.

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know her very well. "It's not the scenes you need to highlight, but the story patterns they use," explains Ben, "Almost all local eroticism stories have bed scenes in common." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same story, revolving around crotch matters.