Erotica Collection Novels & Stories

"Alone at Last" TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. " Xavier's POV " For months she had been my obsession.

All I cared about was the way he was stretching me, claiming me, ruining me for anyone else. When I came, it was with his name on my lips, my pussy clenching tight around him. He followed right after, groaning as he emptied himself deep inside me again. “Stay just like that,” he ordered after pulling out. He reached for his phone on the nightstand and took a quick photo of his cum leaking from my used pussy. “For my private collection.” I should have protested. Instead, the thought of him looking at it later made me clench again.

CHAPTER THREE The pull between them grew stronger with every passing session, a silent current that made the air in the Harlow house feel charged whenever Elise stepped through the door. She arrived that evening carrying the weight of careful planning beneath her calm exterior. The black velvet pouch tucked inside her satchel held tools she had chosen with deliberate intent: a slim, powerful vibrator with multiple settings, soft leather cuffs lined in velvet, a bottle of silky lube, and the harness she had only dared imagine using until now.

“Come for me—both of you.” “Jenny—shit!” she wailed, pulling off him to scream, her orgasm hitting, her pussy soaking me as she shook. I groaned, coming hard, grinding through it, our slick heat melding as Ethan grunted, spilling into her hand, his cum dripping onto her chest. “Fuck,” she gasped and collapsed back, her body limp. Ethan slumped beside us, panting, his cock softening, his face a mix of awe and ruin. “What the hell,” Tara breathed, her hand finding mine, her eyes searching me, then him. “That was—”

“Always.” Erotica 2.

Flicking my tongue out, I tasted her… and tasted him still leaking from inside her. She grinded down, riding my face while Hurst slid the vibrator inside me, curling it deep against that spot. I screamed into her cunt. Cumming, shaking, sobbing, thighs clamping around Hurst’s wrist. “So quick?” She teased. “That's boring.” Janette lifted off and climbed to the drawer again, returning with a strap-on already harnessed. A thick, black, veined silicone cock jutted obscenely from her hips. My eyes drifted away from it, and back to Hurst still glistening with our juices.

she cried. He worked his way to her clit and sucked on it. He moved his tongue in single overwhelming strokes. Aria whimpered in pleasure and moaned with every stroke, slow and teasing “please… please Victor” “Oh I thought you didn’t know my know” “I do” she responded with a moan “please Victor I’m gonna cum “Not yet mama” he responded and pulled back. “Turn around,” he commanded, and Aria was too aroused not to obey because she wanted him so bad, her core throbs at his deep voice and dark eyes, “unzip me.” Aria unzipped his trousers and took of his jacket.

I moaned as it rushed out of me. “Fuck… cum for me darling” He said as he smiled, licking my thighs and pussy. I have never experienced a squirting orgasm in my life, it felt good, raw and pleasurable. I laid on the desk, my breath was uneven. I couldn’t explain what I was feeling.

LUCA; I'm obsessed with my gym partner. Utterly and completely obsessed. And no, not in a platonic way. In an erotic, filthy and sinful way. His name is Ethan. Yes, I'm fucking straight. The mere idea of another man touching me in that manner, was repulsive to say the least. Should be a disgusting.... demonic act. I detested the thought of it...but it was such a shame that I had no control of my body's reaction. Of my thoughts. They were filthy and borderline pornographic on the things I imagined he'd do to me, or the things I'd would love to explore with him.