Erotic Writting Novels & Stories

Sarah’s legs were now spread wide open, and she was not physically capable of closing them. Her pussy was lewdly hanging open from her new position, and the man between her legs needed no further invitation. His tongue darted inside her depths, obscenely licking up the mess that was buried inside her cunt. The stimulation was driving her wild, causing her to produce ever greater amounts of cream for her tormentor. Her hips were bucking with the little mobility she had left, pressing her wet hole into the man’s face.

“And this ass… made for Viking hands and cocks. You’ll warm our furs through the longest winters and bear us many strong sons to carry on our name.” Erik, the youngest with his wild, untamed energy, nuzzled between my heavy breasts, his tongue swirling around one nipple before sucking it deep into his hot mouth. His hand slid down to my slick, cum-filled pussy, fingers stroking my swollen clit with teasing precision. The fresh wave of arousal had me moaning loudly and grinding my hips against them instinctively, my body already craving more despite the exhaustion.

More cruelty. When the tears finally stopped, a new feeling replaced the sadness. I needed help. Real help. After hours of scrolling through forums and private coaching sites, I found him, Elias. A mysterious but highly recommended “private writing coach” who specialized in erotic fiction. His profile was minimal. No face picture, just a black and white shot of strong hands holding a pen. The testimonials, however, were glowing. One writer claimed he completely transformed her career. Another said his methods were “intense but life changing.”

I swallowed greedily, moaning around his thickness. We collapsed in a sweaty, cum-soaked mess around 4 AM. My body ached deliciously, pussy throbbing and full of his seed. Ethan pulled me against his chest, hand lazily stroking my ass. “Matilda... that was insane,” he murmured. I kissed his chest, already feeling the stirrings of more desire. He chuckled darkly, hand sliding between my legs again. “I’m nowhere near finished with this pussy.”

“Cum inside me again...please...I want to feel it dripping out of me while I walk out of here...” Marcus’s rhythm grew rougher. He released her throat and started slapping her tits lightly with each thrust, just enough to make them bounce and sting. “You’re going to walk out of my office full of my cum...” he said, voice dark. “Legs shaking...nipples hard...everyone is going to look at you and have no idea I just fucked you senseless on this desk...” “Yes...yes...do it...fill me up...” Nina cried, her voice rising. “I’m close...Marcus...I’m so close...”

I can feel the letters forming but I can't see what they say. "What did you write?" I ask. "A-plus," he says. "You've earned it." He pushes into my pussy from behind and the entry after being stretched by two cocks is smoother now, wetter, Kade's cum still inside me making everything slick and warm. But Wren's cock is still thick enough to make me gasp and my swollen walls grip him on instinct. He fucks me bent over the desk with long strokes that push my body forward on every thrust. The chalk on my back smears. My tits drag across the wood. Papers crinkle and tear under me and the desk scrapes against the floor, inching toward the chalkboard with every stroke.

It was brutal and insanely erotic at the same time, and Erin desired it so much that she nearly cried. “This is what you want,” he repeated, taunting her. “No,” Erin whimpered. She tried her best to hold on to her self-control but in the end, she failed. Her hand flew between her legs on their own accord and before she knew it, she was stroking her snatch furiously, punishing her clitoris with a hard rub. “That’s it,” Nikjin laughed, encouraging her to keep at it.

While somehow managing to plant erotic images in my mind of the other things he could be doing with his mouth. Eros tugging my nipple was not even helping. It built a fire that burned from within and spread outward until I was consumed by everything him. Everything my twin mates. It was too much to bear, so much that I was writhing. “Let it out, little wolf,” Eros whispered against my skin. That was when I threw my head back and let my moans spill free into the room. Eros took my nipples back into his mouth and sucked deeper, biting enough to leave marks.

He adjusted the angle slightly, making the wand buzz even more intensely against my swollen clit. My legs shook violently. I was practically hanging from his arm now, naked and complaining like my life depended on it. “I take back everything on that list,” I babbled. “Except the part about hot older men. That part was correct. The rest was written by a horny idiot with poor decision-making skills.” “Quiet,” he murmured, but I could hear the amusement in his voice. “I can’t be quiet! This is a medical emergency. My clit is staging a rebellion. It’s waving a white flag. I surrender....oh god—”

I inhale deeply and feel my pulse kick between my legs. My fingers fly across the laptop keys. The clack is steady, almost musical. I pour every filthy, perfect moment of last night into a new post for “Whispers in the Dark.” The words come out raw and dripping with heat. I write about the way he stretched me open, the way he growled my name, the way he made me come so hard I saw stars. Every line is a tribute to his touch, his love, his cock. The city hums far below like a distant heartbeat. Up here, the room feels alive and electric. I lose myself completely in the writing.