Erotic Tale Novels & Stories

“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.

Eric takes my hand and places it on his enormous cock, which is straining against his pants. Alec places his hand on my waist, pulls me towards him, while whispering in my ear, “I want to taste you, dear.” Chills run down my spine, while the sparks run through me, stopping in my pussy. Then, he playfully bites my ear, to which I can’t help but moan. An incessant knock on the door takes us completely out of our erotic state. “I guess you’re ready! Don’t make me come in, because I don’t want to deal with you three naked!”

My legs trembled, my hips pushing forward as I groaned through the ejaculating effect. Jake pulled my cock out of his mouth, swallowing it all in one go before rising to his feet. He claimed my lips in an instant and we resumed ravishing each other's lips while my tip still tingled from release. I broke the kiss, cupping Jake's face on either side, “teach me more.” “Naughty boy. Do you really want more lessons?” He asked, placing a hand on my ass. I nodded, heat pooling under my skin like I'd not come just a few seconds ago.

ARC 10: MOONFLOWER ON THE ALTAR WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content, omegaverse dynamics with alpha/omega knotting and breeding, public gangbang, intense dubcon/noncon elements, and pack breeding/claiming themes. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to dark, unrestrained erotic fiction ---- My name is Vespera Eric, and I have spent every one of my twenty-one years knowing exactly how this night would end.

He spread my knees even wider, forcing me open, settling between them like he owned every inch of me. "Look at you," he murmured, his breath hot against my inner thigh as he leaned in closer, inhaling my scent like a goddamn animal. "So pretty and pink and swollen. That clit begging for attention. Been dreaming about this tight cunt for years, Eva. Jerking off in the shower thinking about splitting you open."

She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene. Travis's hands grasped her hips, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through her body, as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Are you ready, Sadile?" he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent a jolt of excitement through her. Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that

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.

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.

he said. "It's called a cock, son. A big, and I am guessing, still really hard cock. Big..." I smiled, standing up. "...stiff..." I continued stalking slowly around the table towards him, "...cock," I finished, arriving next to him. He stared up at me, speechless. Standing above him in a position of authority, I looked down past my naked breasts at his face, changed the subject and started asking a few rhetorical questions. "So... you like erotic stories, don't you, my son?"

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.