Erotic Tale Novels & Stories

Father Elias groaned loudly, buried as deeply as possible, and came with a guttural sound. Thick and hot ropes of cum flooded my insides, pulse after pulse, filling my insides until I started leaking around him. He held me there, still buried there, both of us breathing heavily. “No more guilt,” he whispered. “This is what we were made for. A man and a woman. Cock and Cunt.” I smiled still trembling, feeling his cum slowly dripping down my thighs. “Next week?” I whispered. Father Elias kissed my throat and lips, slow and possessive.

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 can see your smile. Fuck! you love this, don’t you? Your tits feel like fucking heaven wrapped around my cock. Look at how they bounce, all flushed and needy." He reached down, pinching one nipple hard, making her gasp as he continued to slide through her cleavage. The erotic sight of his thick shaft disappearing into her soft flesh, emerging shiny and slick, drove him wild, the taboo act making her drip onto the floor beneath her. Unable to hold back, Adam pushed her gently but firmly, her back hitting the counter behind her with a soft thud. He came down over her, capturing one nipple in his hot mouth. He sucked hard, teeth grazing the sensitive bud as his tongue lashed it relentlessly.

There was an odd swear word in it but it seemed right for the context'. 'Did it turn you on?' I asked simply. Julia now flushed bright red and did not answer. 'Your face tells me that it did. I'm glad, which is what it's supposed to do. Did it offend you?' 'No. How could a lovely story like that offend me?' she asked in return. 'What better definition of erotic writing do you want. Something that is not offensive but is a turn on both mentally and physically' 'Do you think that that story is true?'

My heart hammered against my ribs. The order was degrading, obscene. And it set a fire in my belly. I leaned forward, closing the distance. The first touch of my tongue to the cool, wet wood was salt and bitterness and him. I moaned, the sound involuntary, vibrating against the desk. I licked a slow, deliberate stripe through the spill, gathering it into my mouth. The act was so submissive, so filthy, that it coiled heat low in my core. I could feel Jonathan’s seed trickling from inside me, a parallel intimacy.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

Disclaimer: This is an erotic story that contains explicit, spicy, and sexual content intended for mature audiences only. If you are under the age of 17 or uncomfortable with adult themes, we kindly advise you not to proceed. However, if you’re of legal age and enjoy such stories, then welcome—and enjoy the experience. Chapter 1

“Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.” Her words stung, but they also made my pussy clench harder around her fingers. Ria leaned down, kissing my neck, then my lips, as she pleasured me with skilled, relentless strokes. She added a third finger, stretching me wider, fucking me until I was moaning into her mouth and coming again. I came hard, shaking, and my juices were soaking the sheets. When I finally came down, panting and spent, Ria kissed my forehead. “But if you really want him… you’re going to have to prove you can take it.”

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!”

The contrast of his rough, masculine hand against her soft, porcelain skin was the most erotic thing Ruth-Ann had ever experienced. "There," he whispered, his voice thick with a hunger he could barely suppress. He began to do up her buttons, one by one, his knuckles grazing the valley between her breasts with every movement. "You're alright now. He's gone." "Thank you," she sniffled. Ryder reached up and cupped her face, his thumb wiping away a stray tear. The intensity between them was hotter than lava, a magnetic pull that was impossible to ignore. Ruth-Ann leaned into his palm, her eyes fluttering shut as she breathed in the scent of him.