Novel & Cerita Erotic Story Maker

“Fuck! I’m close... gonna explode all over this perfect rack.” Elina’s lips brushed the tip again and again, feather-light kisses turning fervent as she sensed his impending release, her love pouring into every touch. With a guttural snarl, he pulled back just enough, fisting the base of his cock as it pulsed free from her cleavage. Thick ropes of hot cum erupted from the slit, splattering across her tits in heavy streaks, coating her nipples, dripping down the curves, pooling in the hollow of her throat. “Take it all, you cum-hungry slut! Look at that, marked like my property.”

He walked over toward the bed and she resisted the urge to scramble away. He held up a long strap with a ball in the middle of it. She wasn't sure what she was looking at until he knelt over her, and told her to open her mouth, then pressed the ball into her mouth and locked it behind her head. While looking down into her fearful eyes, he slid one hand down her body to her pussy, which was embarrassingly wet from her crazy imaginations. He rubbed his middle finger up and down her clit and whispered into her ear. "Don't be afraid, I'm going to make you feel things you never thought possible. I'm going to hurt you in creative ways you never could have conceived. But most of all, I'm going to m

Something they had in common, they were dominators and wanted to dominate galaxies, worlds, dimensions among the conquerors. What they couldn't conquer was a lady, a companion and a queen, at least someone who had sex with them, but who didn't die in the process. Erebo sucked the soul out of the bodies of his sexual partners. Due to this, many knew that the joining of the alliance between the three emperors and conquerors would yield the best and the largest and most evolved technology they could know. Chronos sucked the life energy when they had sex. Chaos sucked the brains of his partners with his tentacles.

That was more than she ever earned from writing. “What’s the catch?” she whispered. "That's smart, Writer Ara." Damon’s lips curved into the faintest smile. “There is always a catch. For every erotic scene you write for my private inspiration project, you will physically practice it with me first. For you to a character being fucked against a wall, you must be fucked against a wall. Everything you create, I will bring to life with you.” Ara stared at him, stunned. Heat flooded her face. She could barely believe what he was saying.

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

Well there was only two weeks left to enjoy her and I was doing that as much as I could. Not that I didn't actually enjoy the class itself as I had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what I was writing was dirty stories, or as the web sites called it; erotica. I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

Her walls fluttered around him; he felt it, groaned. “Come for your maker,” he ordered. She shattered, harder than before, screaming his name into the storm, pussy clenching in violent spasms, milking him. He thrust through it, erratic now, then buried himself to the hilt, grinding deep, and came, hot, thick pulses flooding her, so much it leaked out around his cock, dripping down her thighs onto the rug.

I whispered, a little scared. “Trust me.” He set me down on some surface I couldn’t see. His mouth found mine in the dark, kissing me deep while his hand went back between my legs. He fingered me faster now, no one around to hear. “Come on my hand. Squirt for me like you did last night.” I gasped as the pressure built. “I’m close. Don’t stop.” He didn’t. His fingers worked me perfectly until I came hard, squirting all over his hand and the surface below me. “Oh god, Marcus…”