Erotic Writting Novels & Stories

To make me his. I started writing these fantasies in a hidden notebook. Passages like: "He grabs me by the waist, pushes two fingers in, and makes me lick them afterward." "He cums on my face and calls me a slut." "He pins my arms behind my back and fucks me with anger." Writing that made me cum. And cumming made me want more. Caio found the notebook. One day, by accident. Or maybe on purpose. He came to my room with it in his hands.

Every thrust pushed her forward, waves rushing up to lick at her fingers. Nico fisted her wet hair and yanked her head back, arching her spine. He leaned over her, biting the side of her neck hard enough to bruise. “You like getting fucked like an animal out here? Where anyone could walk by and see what a nasty little slut you are?” “Yes—fuck—harder,” she gasped. He gave it to her. Pounding deep and mean, hips snapping, balls slapping her clit. The ocean's waves crashed louder, cold water rushing up around their legs and washing over her arms with every wave. Salt and sweat and her own slick mixed together, dripping down her thighs.

Her other hand traced the contours of his muscles, exploring the hardness beneath his skin, and yet, each touch ignited a spark of desire within her. She fought against the rising bile in her throat, a sour taste flooding her mouth as her body reacted. Saliva surged, pooling in her mouth to the overwhelming sensation. Deep within her, a wellspring of desire surged, intensifying the thrill coursing through her veins. "Fuck, Erin!" Orion cursed. The throb in Erin's chest surged as her tongue tenderly traced his rugged skin, and her delicious lips grazed along his length. Erin had never envisioned herself partaking in such an act.

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.

Her nails, trapped against the wall, scratch against the paint, leaving faint, desperate marks. He fucks her like she’s a sin he’s confessing through flesh. Each thrust is an act of violent absolution, a purging of the twisted desires that have consumed him. He pours his rage, his obsession, his desperate craving into her, making her body bear the weight of his torment. He feels the friction, the wet heat, the slick slide of skin on skin, each movement a testament to his dominance, to her involuntary submission.

Grabbing my pen, I start to scribble on my diary again. "He looked at me! He fucking looked at me and I am so wet already! Gosh! I just want him to dig his fingers into my pussy and finger fuck me to tears. I don't care that he's a shady man with a mysterious life, I just want to be fucked by him! Imagine what it would feel like to be naked under him, and to have those lips around my nipples, and then have his fingers stroking my clit until I can't breathe anymore." I don't realize that I am squeezing my thighs together as my scribbling turns into vivid images in my head.

replied Eriwan smiling more cheerfully and somewhat naughtily at the moment. Eriwan loosened his muscles at his underpart until the whole of his younger brother’s manhood device was inside him. Then he tightened his muscles again. Erito felt as though he was assaulted and rolled within the endless and the robust flow of his own love, lust and passion. “Eriwan… You’ve tightened your underpart muscles again… You become super tight, gosh… Don’t you know you’re really enjoyable?” Eriwan began to shake and pump his body again. “Yeah, I know… I do this all for you, My Dear Erito… Just for you… I really love and love you… Really love you madly and deeply…”

Their striking features became clearer and the shadows receded with each step they took on the stone stairs. Finally, they conceded that they were at the right destination. These hot, extraordinary men and their ravishing lady, Lexi, were the ones whose erotic images and videos had taunted them all. In the agreement they signed, it was stated that they would be having a 24-hour fuck-a-thon CNC sex with them, and they were so excited to begin. Jaxon and Zane Blackwood weren’t completely naked; they wore gray pants and stylish sneakers. “Damn, they’re seriously so freaking hot,” Mike gasped, his heart racing as a wave of excitement washed over him.

That fiery aggression in such a small frame—it was a huge turn-on. Now, alone in his office, he groaned, cupping himself. He wanted her again. He wanted that warmth, that tightness. “Fuck…” he muttered, closing his eyes. He unzipped his pants and began stroking himself, lost in the avalanche of memories from last night. His hand moved faster, rougher, chasing release with Kate’s face—her body—burned into his mind.

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