Erotic Story's Novels & Stories

Eros Draeger My name is Eros, Eros Chaz Draeger, and I am an incubus. I take the life force from humans during the act of sex, and my master, the devil, takes a portion of it from me during sleep from the rune tattoo I have on my back. It can take the complete life force from any mortal who lays eyes upon it so I have to be cautious or leave a string of dead humans in my wake.

"I don't mind telling the story. First, you have to know that Eric and I are deeply in love, and this isn't about me having romantic feelings toward Dexter. This is purely sexual." She cleared her throat, seeming to gather her thoughts before continuing. "So, for longer than I can remember, I've been a size queen. It's hard to describe, but think of it as nymphomania, but only for large cocks. It's not something that I can control when it takes over, and after hurting my husband repeatedly and trying everything we could think of, we finally managed to reach a place where we were doing okay." "That's when the incident with Dex happened that I told you about," Nicole added.

We climbed in and stretched out, champagne flutes in hands and I wondered if life would ever get any better than this. We chatted and drank and played footsie until the bottle was half empty and the water had cooled to the point where we wanted to get out. I dried her with a big, fluffy white towel and she did the same for me, being very gentle around my genitals. I found the experience highly erotic and my penis rose to full strength as she dabbed at my balls and my buttocks. Taking her hand I led her to the bedroom and we kissed before getting onto the bed. 'I want to touch you,' she said, and I rolled onto my back as she knelt over me.

Dave continued circling her clit, drawing out every last shudder and aftershock until her body went limp beneath him. Helping her to her feet, he kissed her deeply, his mouth firm and possessive against hers. His tongue explored every inch of her mouth like it was the first time, leaving her breathless. Erica kicked off the pants that had pooled around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but her red lace thong from the waist down.

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

“Du kommer til å bli slutten på meg kvinne.” With that he licks the salt from my neck, drinks the tequila and takes the lime from my mouth. His lips barely touch mine yet it makes me come undone. My knees give, but Erik presses me flush up against him to keep me on my feet. My hands seem to move on their own up his arms and wrap around his neck. We stay like that for minutes, hours, however long it was it wasn’t long enough, just breathing each other in. This was by far the most erotic experience in my life, inside or outside the bedroom.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

“Ah…Eh…Wala… May naalala lang ako bigla.” “Para kang sira diyan. Tinitingnan ko pala ‘tong script ng bago mong pelikula,” pagsasalita nito habang nakatutok sa binabasang script. “Ang dami namang kissing scenes. Nilista ko na ‘yong mga bawal mong gawin simula ngayon.” Inabot nito sa kanya ang isang maliit na papel. “Back hug scenes, kissing scenes, bed scenes, bawal? As in lahat ng 'to?” protesta niya.

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”