Erotica Bwwm Novels & Stories

Joe arched his back and let out a shout of relief as he cum spurted up inside the gorgeous blonde. Kent couldn’t help but laugh at this. “Well it looks like our lucky winner is taking none other than Bambi Buchanan away for an erotic three week vacation in romantic Paris. We’ll be back next week with another exciting and sexy episode of ‘XXXX’ the sexiest, raciest, most risqué game-show on television!”

Isolde followed soon after, moaning low and grinding through the pleasure. They rested briefly, bodies sticky and warm. Then they used toys. Isolde grabbed a vibrating wand from her bag. She turned it on and pressed the buzzing head against Seraphina's sensitive clit. The strong vibrations made Seraphina cry out. She tried to close her legs but Isolde held them open. She was just getting started. "Please," Seraphina begged after several minutes. "Fuck! It's too much." Isolde smiled. "Just a little longer." She kept the wand in place. Seraphina shook and came again, even harder. Her voice grew hoarse from moaning. Only then did Isolde turn it off and let her rest.

It was followed by a light chuckle from Bane. “Then you vill love this,” he told her, and Emma heard a light buzzing sound as he turned the vibrator on. He put the tip against Emma’s skin, just below her bellybutton, and a shiver went through her as the soft vibrations travelled over her skin. “Just relax,” Bane told her and bent down and kissed her. He continued kissing her as he dragged the vibrator lower, down over her mound and onto her thighs, bypassing her pussy. One of Emma’s hands was holding on to Bane’s muscular shoulder to anchor her. The other one took a hold of his hand holding the toy and tried to steer it to where she needed it. “Who’s in control?” Bane asked. He was still so

Not happening. I gave up instantly. If I was destined to die here, I might as well go out fulfilling my greatest wish— to turn this bleak world into one giant pleasure heaven. Doesn’t matter if it’s hot or cold—I’ll make it steamy. And honestly, even with his face hidden behind that swirling black mist, the boss’s broad shoulders, narrow waist, and deep, magnetic voice were dead giveaways. The guy was built. Lust makes cowards bold. So without thinking, I said, “I’ll take shortness of breath, trembling legs, glazed eyes, and… pleasure so intense I die from it.”

I was already very wet, and it was all because of Jeremy. Now that I was alone in the room, I didn't try fighting the thoughts of him. What was the harm? No one would know. I trailed the vibrator down to my pussy, and slowly rolled it against my clit over and over. I was tightening up, about to come. I let out a strangled moan as I imagined it was Jeremy holding the vibrator, and that he had done a lot more than lightly touch my breast. I imagined him playing with my nipples, bending me over and spanking me.

“Thinking about your cock.” I slid my hand into her bikini bottoms and pushed two fingers inside her. She was scorching hot and dripping. She moaned and bit my shoulder, hips rocking on my hand while the waves pushed us around. I fingered her slow and deep, thumb on her clit, until her legs started shaking.

My body convulsed, as hot, wet release flooded out of me. He didn’t stop, sliding his finger in and out of my pussy with a rhythm that made another fire start building inside of me. Ethan had switched breasts at this point, sucking the other one and fiddling with the first one. His teeth grazed and pulled at my bud. “Arrghhh…pleaseee..” My moans were getting louder and I could feel myself getting closer and closer even though I just came. “Please what, pumpkin?” Maxwell raised his head to look at me, lips shiny with my juices. At this point, I didn't even know what I was begging for, so I could only shut my mouth and focus on the overwhelming sensation that was building up in my stomach.

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

I whispered. I pushed two fingers inside and pumped them quickly. I bit the pillow to keep quiet. The orgasm hit me hard. My body shook. I moaned into the pillow. Even after I finished, I lay there breathing fast. My pussy still throbbed. I whispered to myself, “This is getting worse.”

And that’s when I heard the growl. Low, Rumbling, and deep. Like it came from the chest of a god or an ancient beast. It rolled through my body like thunder, snapping me out of whatever weird trance I’d just slipped into. I tried to mask it, but it was too late. He saw it. The way I flinch, the slight moment of hesitation. The admiration. His smirk sharpened. He’d gained a point. I’d just lost one. Shit! My dignity went down the drain. Disgust crawled up my spine like sour bile. Why were werewolves so…damn…hot?