Erotica Bwwm Novels & Stories

I’d let myself into the house, have a couple beers and sit myself down on the couch in my office, flicking on some p**n. And after a couple minutes, the vids do their work. Oh yeah, I’ll find a brunette who looks just like Angie, curvy, ripe, nubile, with a big, hot butt and jiggling tits. And stroking myself, I’ll erupt, the white trailing all over the couch, making a mess on the rug while gasping her name.

The central dancer’s areolas were large and dark red matching her parted lips. Tremor of desire rolled off the stage into the room in thick heavy clouds sweeping at patrons not sparing any corner. Ada heard a strangled moan from a booth plunged into darkness. A young unmated female Gamma had an omega bent over the table, fingers deep inside her building those moans. The sight combined with the music and darkness of the room was erotic. The omega’s eyes were rolling into her head as she desperately pushed her hips against Gamma’s fingers.

His thumb rubbed fast, frantic circles over the leaking tip, smearing the warm moisture all over. "Ah! Fuck—! No, wait—!" I cried out, my knees shaking against his legs. "Ssshh I've got you," he whispered, his voice deep and possessive. He sped up even more, his hand turning into a slick blur. The wet sound of his palm sliding over my length echoed in the quiet room, mixing with our heavy breathing. His every stroke was deep, rhythmic, and ruthless, stripping away my last bit of pride until all I could do was arch my back, completely at his mercy.

I leaned back against the smooth, cool marble edge while my hand slid between my legs almost immediately, fingers parting my swollen folds as I let out a shaky breath. I was still soaked, a humiliating mix of my own arousal and Richard’s pathetic load. I opened the hidden browser on my phone, the one I kept password-protected, and went straight to my favorite BDSM site. My fingers trembled with need as I typed in the search bar: “dominant muscular man ruins married woman.” The video loaded. It was exactly what I needed tonight.

"A-ah... fuck, Ariel... s-stop... no, keep going... mmm, fuck... you're so good at this... hnggh!" I was working Kael with my hand and riding Dante but the aphrodisiac and the exhaustion were starting to win. My hips began to give out, my pace faltering. Jax saw it immediately. He lunged forward, his hands locking onto my waist like iron clamps. He took over the work, bouncing me on Dante’s dick with a terrifying, full-power force that made me shriek.

Again, her phone buzzed and she hurriedly read the message, her face turning a dark shade of pink. Sext Buddy: [I’d first nuzzle your folds baby….imprint the way you smell, I just feel like you’d smell like pineapples or apples. Then, I’d use my index and middle fingers to spread your folds open, I’m sure they’d be covered and sticky with your juices, yeah?....] Alicia took a deep breath, squeezing her thighs around her pillow as she continued reading.

Domica logged in. Her inbox was still full. But one request caught her eye. Client ID: PetalX Session: Private Request: “Please, Mistress. Let me be pretty for you tonight. Use me how you like.” Gender: F Experience Level: Submissive. Oral. Edge-trained. Good at staying still. Needs to feel beautiful.” Domica’s lips curled slowly. She selected “Accept.” The screen split open to reveal a woman on her knees. Young, maybe twenty-five, with cinnamon-brown skin and breasts she clearly wanted noticed. Her nipples were pierced—silver rings gleaming under a soft mesh bralette. She wore nothing else but black lipstick and a velvet ribbon tied in a bow around her throat.

Three dots started to float on the chatbox as he typed. Then it disappeared as he stopped typing. Oooh, that must mean he liked them. I giggled to myself, deciding to get even bolder. I reached out behind me and unhooked my bra. My tits sprang free, heavy and meaty. I made a soft face of ecstasy and took another selfie. I tousled my hair, groped one of my tits, two fingers flicking over the nips. I took another. Then another, with each different pose.

The commentators droned on in the background about stats and replays, their voices nothing but white noise under the heavy breathing of two married men fighting a losing battle against raw, forbidden lust. Derek’s slick fingers were still buried knuckle-deep in Mike’s tight ass, slowly scissoring and curling, while his other oiled hand stroked Mike’s thick, leaking cock with long, torturous pulls. Baby oil dripped everywhere, coating Mike’s firm ass cheeks, running down his crack, and making obscene wet sounds with every movement. Mike gripped the back of the couch, sweat mixing with the oil on his broad back, his muscular body trembling as he tried desperately to hold onto the last threads

" She then guided my hand through the slit in her sarong and pushed it against her pussy. It was drenched, and as I gently slid my fingers around in the warm juice, she said, "You should write that down and send it into the P**n-erotica website where they have all those dirty stories." "Literotica," I corrected her. "Maybe I will." I retracted my hand from between her legs, and put my fingers in my mouth. After a long, thoughtful suck, I said, "Hmm. Needs more basil, I think." She laughed, and fished her hand inside my towel, wrapping her hand around my swollen cock. "I think it could use some sausage," she replied.