Erotic Story Maker Novels & Stories

But she had to. She slowly walked over to the bed and sat down. Her hands trembled as she opened the cover. She flipped through the pages, past the short poems, the little love scenes, and the silly dialogues she had written just for fun. Then she stopped at page forty. Her stomach dropped. That was where the first real erotic story started. She stared at the words. Her face burned. It was something she wrote late one night, out of boredom… or curiosity. She never meant for anyone to see it.

I want readers feel the story, not just read words. The story is also very adult, yes, maybe some people think it is too much. But for me, the erotic part is not only sex. Is feelings, is trust, is power, is danger and love together. I want readers to feel that Ria and Luca love each other, not only in kisses, but in body, in mind, in heart. Every moment of intimacy is story too, it show connection, it show how much they survive together, how much they trust each other. I hope readers feel that too.

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

“It’s perfect for beginners. You can see my face, watch my reactions, control the depth, and kiss me while you fuck me. Come here.” I crawled between her thighs, heart hammering. My cock was so hard it almost hurt, the head angry and leaking. Elara reached down and wrapped her hand around me, stroking slowly as she guided me to her entrance. “Rub the head up and down my slit first,” she instructed. “Get it nice and wet with my cum. Tease my clit.” I obeyed, sliding my throbbing cock along her soaked folds. She moaned softly every time I bumped her sensitive clit.

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

She got up and kissed me out of excitement, her tongue roaming in my mouth and licking my face up. “I told you not to take those brownies, that they would make you very horny.” I whispered in her ears as I returned the kiss, using my tongue to finger her mouth and explore different parts of it. “I am aware but I have this wild fantasy of eating your ass while you eat another woman's vagina and I want to satisfy it today.” She whispered back into my ears before licking my ear and pulling out of the embrace. “Fine.” I went to the cupboard and got a couple of vibratory and customised dildos.

My voice was shaky as I spoke. I saw her smiling before she finally spoke, I black eyes were shining with something I couldn't quite name. No… the opposite of what I was wanting to hear from her… your writing was loving and powerful. I love your story because I love erotic stories myself and I'd like to talk more about it with you. “So are you free this weekend Come to my place Sunday at eight.” I felt my heartbeat increase is it the test that I don't want her to give me that she wants to give me in her house? Or is it something else? I asked myself.

Ryder and Luca painted my back and breasts with hot ropes of cum. I collapsed onto the couch, a trembling, cum-drenched mess. My pussy throbbed, red and swollen, thighs sticky, lips puffy and sore. Every inch of me ached in the most delicious way. Zane stroked my hair almost gently, his voice low and satisfied. “Good girl, Scarlet. You took all of us so well.” I lay there panting, mind fuzzy with lingering pleasure and shock. What have we done? But as their hands soothed my skin and they pulled me into a warm, tangled pile of bodies, a dark, secret part of me knew I’d crave this forbidden trap again.

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I arched, hands in his hair, moaning uncontrollably. “Suck them—yes!” Ethan slid two thick fingers into my pussy alongside his cock, stretching me even more. The dual sensation made me thrash. He curled them, hitting that spot inside while his thumb worked my clit. I came again, screaming his name, body convulsing. “Ethan! Fuck— I’m cumming so hard!” He kept sucking my tits, alternating between them, biting gently, then soothing with his tongue. His cock never stopped; long, powerful strokes that made my eyes roll back.