Erotic Wtories Novels & Stories

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he said. I closed my eyes. "I want to be touched. I want a finger... on my pussy. Slow. Teasing. Until I ache." He didn't say anything right away. "How exactly do you want to be touched?" I breathed in, slow. "Soft at first. Then harder. Pressing right there... making me wet, trembling. I want to beg. I want to lose control." My chest rose and fell quickly. Then I felt it — his hand unexpectedly on mine, through the screen. Warm. Solid. Real. My breathing hitched but I didn't pull away.

ONE; SEX PARTY pushed open the heavy wooden door of the sprawling frat house, and the assault hit me instantly—a thick, humid wall of sweat, musk, and the sharp, unmistakable tang of fresh cum. The electronic bass throbbed through the floorboards and up my legs like a second heartbeat, but it was drowned out by the symphony of guttural grunts, broken moans, high-pitched whimpers, the relentless wet slap of flesh on flesh, and the occasional raw, desperate cry of “fuck me harder” or “don’t stop, I’m coming again.”

he said. We lay there in bed, my good cheek resting on his shoulder while we examined her list. Wartenberg wheels, erotic electrostimulation, plastic wrap, animal roleplay, breast torture, edgeplay, human furniture, Japanese bondage, predicament bondage, sexual roleplay, suspension, wax play, wooden horse, figging, Sybian, humiliation and exposure, sexual denial. Those were the things she indicated she wanted to try. The things she'd marked as a gray area which she was unsure about trying were enemas, analingus, fisting, anal sex, auctioning or selling and something called nyotaimori.

Way too f**king long. Eric pushed his curtain back, revealing his long cock. She watched him stroke himself for several minutes, his fingers wrapped around his flesh, drawing up and down its length with gentle, fast strokes. She strained her ears to hear the sounds of flesh on flesh and the excited hitch in his breath. She had the sudden urge to want to come with him. She opened her legs again and stroked her clit with the same rhythm he used. She decided watching the look on his face was almost as sexy as watching his hand slide over his cock, almost as sexy as thinking about it between her lips. She sucked on the fingers of her free hand, wanting him in her mouth, wondering what his cum wo

Her face had gone purple and her moans were more of sobs now but Eros couldn't care less, all he wanted was to get satisfied. After pounding her to his satisfaction, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and she swallowed the excessive saliva and smiled, waiting for more instructions. Eros went toward the nightstand and took a sachet of condom that lay there, tore it, and slid it onto his hardness. The whore was still kneeling by the edge of the bed, anticipating more. He grabbed the whip by the foot of the bed and stared at her naked body for a while. She had butterfly and rose tattoos crested on each of her breasts. Her nipples and belly button were pierced. She had ligature marks all over h

Honestly, the only room in the house that was finished was the one he was using—the master bedroom. Behind the door, the girl continued to cry, and the sobs seemed to be amplified as they reached his ears. When he closed his eyes, his brain immediately found the memory of her flushed body tied to the bedpost - wide open, completely at his mercy. Eric sighed and straightened himself. Maybe he'll stop by the pub down the street and find an easygoing girl willing to help distract him from the girl behind the locked door. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed again as he strode across the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator door, he felt the cool moisture spread on his skin, so wonderful. Ever

They began to mumble at the cliff of their minds and thoughts. Eriwan hasn’t reached his peak yet. Until when will he be shaking me like this? Erito hasn’t reached his climax yet. As a matter of fact, he really possesses well, robust and long-lasting stamina as well as vitality. Until when will he be pumping me like this? Eriwan and Erito were still deep inside their lusting fantasy worlds, over and over. They still kept pumping their partners’ bodies again and again, on and on.

She kept stroking me through it until the aftershocks faded and I had to gently push her hand away, oversensitive. I rolled toward her and pushed her onto her back. Her legs fell open easily. I kissed down her throat, across her breasts, lingering to suck each nipple until she squirmed. Lower still, over the soft plane of her stomach. The scent of her arousal reached me before I even parted her folds with my fingers. She was slick and swollen. I settled between her thighs and licked a long stripe from her entrance up to her clit. The taste was sharp and clean. Her hips jerked and she made a low sound that went straight through me.

Viktor replied, leaning back as he sucked my nipple deep into his mouth, teeth grazing, while pinching the other until pleasure-pain blurred into heat. He slowly slid down my stomach, stopping just above my hardening cock, stroking it gently while looking up at my face with a smirk. Sylas reached for a bottle of scented oil from the side table; the oil was thick, and golden, smelling of musk and herbs. He poured it generously over Viktor's fingers and my hard cock. The cool slickness made me shiver as Viktor wrapped his hand around my dick and stroked me gently. “You're already leaking at the tip,” Viktor whispered, voice dripping with satisfaction. His thumb smeared the precum over the head