Erotica Collection Novels & Stories

His hips jerked with each spurt his hand milking every drop watching it cover me. I watched him come the sight pushing my orgasm longer my fingers rubbing my clit slow now drawing it out feeling his cum warm thick on my skin. “So much,” I whispered reaching down to rub it in spreading it over my breasts and stomach marking myself with him feeling dirty and owned. Rune breathed hard watching me play with his cum his cock twitching still half hard at the sight. “You are fucking perfect,” he said, leaning in to kiss me deep, tasting my mouth slow now, the urgency fading but the heat still there.

My fingers kept moving, faster and deeper. “You’re so beautiful when you touch yourself,” she said, standing there watching me. “Look how wet your little pussy is. So pink and hungry. Keep going, cara. Make yourself cum.” Her words pushed me over the edge. I cried out, my body shaking hard. My pussy squeezed around my fingers again and again as a powerful orgasm ripped through me. I kept moaning, thighs trembling, juices dripping everywhere. When I finally calmed down, Francesca took the phone from my weak hand. She smiled proudly.

God, I’m turning him on as well. Thirst Trap returns carrying a bunch of things that look like sticks, but I quickly recognize those as a special type of incense. I’ve seen those in the black market while I was on a mission. I don’t know the specifics, but I do know they’ve been used for centuries as mild aphrodisiacs. Why are they doing this, though? I’m already longing for them, and I’m doing fine without this type of assistance. Why would they need it? Something tells me this is not as simple as it seems.

Willow wasn’t sure she should approach the gathering, so she slowly looked around the area closer to her. On a table to her right were various sex toys: dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, and a few things Willow didn’t recognize. A small card in the middle of the toys read, “Find all these and more at Censored Gifts!” Hanging on the wall above the table were whips and floggers, which both instilled fear and made her pussy tingle more than it already was.

Ryder and Luca painted my back and breasts with hot ropes of cum. I collapsed onto the couch, a trembling, cum-drenched mess. My pussy throbbed, red and swollen, thighs sticky, lips puffy and sore. Every inch of me ached in the most delicious way. Zane stroked my hair almost gently, his voice low and satisfied. “Good girl, Scarlet. You took all of us so well.” I lay there panting, mind fuzzy with lingering pleasure and shock. What have we done? But as their hands soothed my skin and they pulled me into a warm, tangled pile of bodies, a dark, secret part of me knew I’d crave this forbidden trap again.

I whispered as planted a series of soft kisses down my neck to between my shoulders, then worked his way back and forth. Taking his hands, I brought them around to my breasts, "Hands and lips, honey, keep everything moving, and use everything you have." I ground back into his cock, "Even this, rub against me, and let that girl feel how bad you want her." Cupping my tits and stroking my nipples, Max worked his hips, sliding his cock along my back and I could feel his pre cum dripping down my skin. My hips moved back into him and my clit was throbbing to the point I was ready to whimper the way he had.

Van's fingers dug into her hips, his grip bruising as he held her in place, his cock sliding deeper with each thrust. "You like it rough, don't you, mama?" he grunted, his breath ragged with exertion and desire. Camila's body trembled, her muscles clenching around them, the sensations overwhelming. She moaned, a long, drawn-out sound of pure ecstasy, her head thrown back, her hair spilling down her back as she found herself in the highest cloud of ecstacy. Andrew, still stroking himself, moved closer, his dark eyes glinting with lust. "Look at you, so fucking beautiful," he said, "Our little whore."

I imagined he was mine, truly mine, and we were together. Read more Copy messageEdit message I returned the following day with a small box of select items. Inside were a vibrating butt plug and two dildos. No, I didn’t pack my entire collection of toys. And believe you me, I had quite the collection. When you’re a single woman with sexual needs you have more than just one dildo. I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of all of them. I guess the truth is I had no intentions of giving up masturbation. I had no intention of giving up sex and by Father Michaels’ indulgence in the pleasure of my flesh the day before, I don’t think he intended me to give up anything either. Or I hoped he didn’t.