Erotic Wtories Novels & Stories

growled dirty. Dropped wet kisses on neck, buried face between thighs bent over counter. Tongue battled core, sucking. Intoxicated; grasped breast, moaned hushed. "Ahhh... don't stop... here?" Wide quiet scream. Saliva sprinkled, mouthed pussy, sucked. "Oh yea... ageeeeghhhh... hhhh." Fluid more, fingers through two pounding rough. "Harder... harder brother's fingers!" Arched subtle. Deeper pumps. "Aaaaaaa..... hhhhh!" Muffled climax, he licked clean.

He bound them tight, not hurting, but firm. "Spread your legs," he whispered, his mouth near my ear. I did, my skirt hiking up a little. His hand slid under it, fingers brushing my thighs. I gasped. Then I heard a buzz. He pulled something from his pocket, a small vibrating toy. He pressed it against my panties, right on my clit. The vibration started low, teasing. "Feel that, kitten? That's for being so wet for me already."

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

Miles Courtenay would be furious that she had sullied the spotless reputation of Courtenay de Witt by introducing Nero as a client — and delighted to be able to throw her out of the building as fast as he possibly could. But, as she stepped forward to survey the paintings, she realised something altogether different. There was another, very good reason why these paintings were hidden, private. They were erotic paintings. For while the backdrops, the clothes and the furnishings on the canvasses spoke of aristocratic opulence, the poses of the figures themselves reflected the ultimate in decadence. Kate felt a frisson of excitement as she surveyed them. On her left was a man dressed in the glo

And, buying everything I thought about my affair with Dennis was nothing related to a mere friendship, it was enough just for that bottle of wine of yours to end for us to see ourselves moored to each other. Dennis was a strong, handsome, powerful man, and he gave me an unusual boner. I didn't always need some stimulus to feel ready for him "and with that I just want to romanticize the term "get absurdly wet"", so it all started with a kiss and I already knew where it would end.

Holy hell, heat burned her up and her heart rate increased. Eric cupped both sides of her buttocks, bringing her back to the counter and holding her still as he lipped and pulled at her clitoris. Running his tongue from the top of her hood to the centre of her core, Cat bucked and cried out. Eric held her firm, not letting her escape his sweet torture.

The free swing of her breasts added extra zest to her state of excitement— especially when Dina took a moment to play with them, making her nipples spark with want. Lorraine lay down with her knees up, her feet planted on the vinyl cushion, and her clitty on fire. A heartbeat later, Dr. Melling’s erogenous ass hovered above her face. She clasped the divine, sensitive cheeks, and pulled Dina into a sitting position. She felt the sizzle between her own legs as she began to lick the sweet furrow— Dina’s perfectly poised slit. Her ears went erect when she heard a sigh as crisp as the abandoned notebook: the

“Fuck—too much—” “Take it.” I kept pushing until both were inside him, stretching that hole wide open. The vibe hummed against the thicker toy. His legs shook. I clipped the crop across the backs of his thighs, once on each side, hard enough to leave raised welts. He cried out and clenched around the toys.

“That’s my good little slut. Be ready, Victoria, because now that I’ve had a taste of my little girl’s tight pink, I’m addicted and will want it all the fucking time.” I fisted her long hair and yanked her head back. “My pretty whore.” I wanted to see her tits shake, so I forced myself to pull out, flipped her over, and spread her thighs again. Her breasts jiggled from the motion, but I was too transfixed and obsessed about getting back in deep inside, that I was rutting between her legs like a fucking animal seconds later. “Grip your knees and bring them to your chest. Spread that cunt wide for me.”