Erotic Writting Novels & Stories

I continued my dance , swaying my hips and teasing him . Slowly, I started taking off the lingerie from the bralette, revealing my firm, round breasts and my nipples which were already hard as stones. Nathan’s breathing grew heavy as he watched, completely mesmerized by my erotic display. He reached out, tracing a finger down my stomach, pausing at my waist . I moaned softly as his fingers brushed against my sensitive skin, my body trembling in anticipation. He pulled me closer, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. I reached for the waistband of his pants, undoing them with practiced ease. I slipped my hand inside and wrapped my fingers around his hard length, stroking it firmly.

Passion erupted in her chest, coating every pore with fiery need. She sucked on Eros’s lips, nibbling and licking down his jaw. Eros grunted and wrapped her hand around his cock to continue jerking himself. A moment later, he went stiff under her, his cock spurted streams of hot semen onto her hand. Brecc growled. The rumble traveled up her body, shoving her over the edge and into a stormy release. She screamed into Eros’s neck. Her body shook. She pushed down on Brecc’s mouth, pressing her pussy tight to his driving tongue.

"Come here, F." He crawled forward until he was beside the chair. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his shaft. It was hot and solid as steel, the skin like silk. I began to stroke him, my movements slow and deliberate, matching the rhythm of E's tongue. I was multitasking in the most exquisite way, my breath hitching as E found my clit and sucked, hard. "Fuck, E... just like that," I panted, my grip tightening on F. I was in heaven.

They were extremely hard already, and I pinched them between my fingers, feeling the small bumps on her areolas. Tiffany was sucking down on Erin's clit as hard as she could, further lubricating my cock. The older woman's cries became louder and louder as her body was flooded with stimulation. Finally, Erin climaxed hard, slamming her hips back onto my cock. Her entire body trembled on her desk, causing the wedding ring she was wearing to create a slight knocking against the wood. I wasn't done though. "Get ready," I said to Erin, a rather insufficient warning. I pulled out of her dripping wet twat and pushed my cock deep into her ass. Erin's pussy juice coated my cock and allowed me to slip

I cried out, my voice loud enough to wake the dead, my womanhood in a sticky, milky mess. My creamy, white fluid covered Eric's body, dripping down between my own legs and onto the chaise lounge. It even created a puddle in the latter. Eric pulled away from me, his face, his neck and his tattooed chest glistening with my nectar. He straightened himself and took hold of his belt. He smirked, peering at me and I knew what was coming next.

but like I said, it’s a craze. Yet there I was, looking absolutely nothing like a lady. Why don’t we have mirrors in bathroom stalls, that way I wouldn’t have to guess how disheveled I look. Even the thought of it seemed to fuel my sex craze. My pace picked up, so much that I could feel my legs shaking from the effect. “Yessssss…yessss ... .please” I panted out loud, as I felt myself getting closer. And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl.

Pushing my hips forward, I slowly began grinding against his face, head thrown back due to ecstasy. He groaned against my clit, the vibration sending waves of pleasure ripping through me. He pressed his tongue deeper, sucking and flicking me with practiced strokes. My fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him close. Ethan had removed my gown now, such that it was hunched up at my waist and my nipples were bare, standing proudly under the dim kitchen lights. His large hand moved to caress my left breast before taking the other bud into his mouth. The dual sensation made me let out a loud moan.

Then I’d stand, bend her over the railing, and thrust into her from behind, her cries echoing across the water as I claimed what’s always been mine. Elena’s breathing grew ragged. She hiked her dress higher, fingers slipping beneath the damp cotton of her panties. Her clit was swollen, slick with arousal. She circled it slowly as she turned pages, lost in Victor’s raw confessions. Last night I wrote her name while I came. Elena. Elena. Elena. If she ever returns, I won’t hold back. I’ll lock the doors, strip her bare, and spend days teaching her body every filthy pleasure. Spreading her ass cheeks and rimming her tight little hole while she fingers herself. Making her watch in the mirror as

“Damien…” “Shh,” he whispered against her ear. His breath was hot. “You’ve been squirming since you sat down. This needy little clit needs to come, doesn’t it?” She nodded frantically. Her hips rocked forward into his hand. His fingers moved faster, sliding through her wetness, circling her clit, then dipping lower to push two fingers inside her. She was so wet they sank into the knuckles with no resistance and her walls clenched around him. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” he murmured

I stammered. “I see.” He smirked and continued walking. “So what do you think of erotic books? Do they convey the messages purely like movies do? The expressions, the feelings… everything.” I gulped. “It all comes down to how good the writer is.” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I most times prefer to read erotic books instead of watching erotic movies. “Interesting,” he smiled. “We really do have a lot in common.” “Do you get the urge to do it when you read them?” he continued.