Erotica Audiobooks Novels & Stories

Muttering my name like he was chanting spells. He started rubbing my clit with his thumb, circling it slowly as he bit my nipple hard enough to make me jerk, I called his name, like I was cursing at him. I caressed his head, two fingers dove into my pussy, he started curling slowly and switched back to kissing me.

He leaned forward, his breath a hot caress against her inner thigh, and then his mouth was on her pussy. Aurora screamed. It was an open-mouthed, guttural cry of sheer, unbridled ecstasy. His tongue was a wicked, knowing instrument. It wasn't a gentle exploration; it was a feast. He licked a long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit, then focused his attention there, circling, flicking, sucking the sensitive nub into his mouth. His hands held her hips pinned to the wall, preventing her from bucking away from the overwhelming sensation.

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

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe

Nothing prepared me for the sight in front of me, he didn't even bother to close the door. Clutching my book to my chest, I watched as my handsome tutor lounged on a sofa, cock visible to my eyes. I was right, his cock was long but not too fat. A bottle of oil sat next to him ontop of the table and lastly, a laptop screen that showed a woman sprawled on a kitchen counter, her partner was behind her, his large thick cock sliding in and out of her glistening pussy as a torrent of raw sounds poured out of their mouths.

His mouth and cock thrusting into me while he made me read his own dirty words back to him. I pumped the toy faster and increased its vibrating speed, hips grinding against my hand, wet filthy sounds filling the library. I was so close already, thighs trembling and pussy clenching greedily around nothing. “Dr Hale…” I whispered his name like a prayer. “Please, fuck me senseless.” Just then, behind me, a desk creaked. I froze. The vibrator was still buzzing inside my dripping cunt when I whipped my head around. Dr Hale stood less than five feet away from me, leaning casually against the edge of another table, arms crossed over his broad chest.

His mouth is next to my ear, hot breath fanning over my skin, and I can't help but listen, break against his hand and sob his name. "Luca!" I'm waiting for him to slow, let the pleasure ebb a little like most men I've been with. They let me come down before we start over. Not Luca. Still riding the wave, he slaps my pussy. "Again." Smack. "Come you dirty slut." He fists my hair, yanks my head back and rubs his face against my neck, five o'clock shadow scratching my skin. One last slap and I'm coming again, gushing over the sheets, cunt spasming, and I'm beyond words, just screams and sobbing and I don't know which way is up. I simply know white hot, pure pleasure and how it overwhelms me, ta

Her voice was very erotic and I could feel my legs getting lighter just from her first sentence. To feel your body, take your time and use your fingers to trail from your chest to your abdomen and then to your honey pot. Get your body in the mood to fuck itself. Shut your eyes very tight and imagine your body stimulating itself. Speak sexy things, talk dirty too to it and let it consummate. I did exactly as I was told by laying on the bed and spreading my legs slightly ajar, using my hands to fumble my boobs and nipple before stretching out to my abdomen, and cuddling my soft stomach.

My heart hammered against my ribs. The order was degrading, obscene. And it set a fire in my belly. I leaned forward, closing the distance. The first touch of my tongue to the cool, wet wood was salt and bitterness and him. I moaned, the sound involuntary, vibrating against the desk. I licked a slow, deliberate stripe through the spill, gathering it into my mouth. The act was so submissive, so filthy, that it coiled heat low in my core. I could feel Jonathan’s seed trickling from inside me, a parallel intimacy.

When she hiked up her dress and sank into my chair, my chair, where I spent my mornings calculating fortunes, I felt a violent jolt of electricity shoot straight to my groin. I watched her take it. I watched the way her head fell back against the headrest, her throat arched in a silent scream of pleasure. She looked like a saint in the throes of a dark ecstasy. My eyes were glued to the screen, watching the rhythmic glide of the ebony wood disappearing into her, stretching her, claiming her in my name. And then I heard it. Even through the low-quality audio of the hidden mic, I heard it. "Julian..." The sound of my name on her lips, gasped out in a moment of pure, unadulterated filth, was my