Erotica For Couples Novels & Stories

"Look, Catalina, what the chit chat you did with your charity friends doesn't make it up to me. You know I'm busier than any of your friends. A few shit eating money will solve anything. I will send fifty thousand dollars to your account and you can see yourself out of the room. And don't forget to sleep at the guest room.`` Julien poured himself a glass of scotch and drowned at once. As he made himself lock in his office for the night. Monica and Jackson grabbed drinks as they watch some of the action. Monica tilts her head, intrigued by some of the wilder groups, such as the threesome where one woman is pegging the man while he fucks the other woman on bottom, or the girl who was allowed h

Ryan shut the door behind us. He didn’t speak at first. Just looked at me. And then— He brought out a rose vibrator and a black dildo. “Ryan!!” I nearly screamed but he placed his hand over my mouth He leaned in closer, placing the other over my ass. “C’mon… just a lil bit of fun.” “You’re sick… fuck.” I breathed but there was no venom in it, my voice shook with something else entirely. “But we won’t use the tools.” He gave a helpless little shrug then crashed his lips on mine.

Sex had become love making, and Carmen realized it would not have been the most remarkable climax, it would be the most important climax she had at any point had. The kissing halted and they woke up. Erica facilitated her onto the bed, and said, “Lay back,” then she remained there, gazing. “Hell, you're gorgeous…beautiful.” Carmen checked out Erica. Her strong stomach fixed the entire way to her crotch. The raised wedge with its bolt of pubic hair streamed alluringly down to that astounding pussy. Erica's cut scarcely crossed her pubic bone. Her attractive lips were concealed between serious areas of strength for those. Carmen envisioned them folded over her. Their power would cause her to h

It was about being more together, about expanding the boundaries of what pleasure could be, about sharing experiences that would bind us even closer than before. "Your turn," Claudette said breathlessly, reaching down to stroke my clit while I rode Elias. "Come for us, ma cherie. Let me see you fall apart." The combination of Elias inside me and Claudette's fingers on me pushed me over the edge within seconds. I came with a cry that echoed off the walls, clenching around my husband, triggering his own release. He shouted into Claudette's pussy, his hips bucking up to meet mine, and for a long suspended moment we were all connected, all riding the same wave of pleasure together.

“Take it, Victoria. Take it like the hungry wife you are.” He reached around her, his fingers finding me, wet and throbbing. He plunged two fingers inside me, his thumb circling my clit. The dual stimulation—feeling him fuck his wife while he fingered me—unraveled me. “Oh god,” I whimpered. “Look at her, Victoria,” Jonathan commanded, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Look at what you’re a part of.”

Then he was inside her. They moved together in a rhythm that felt like breathing, eyes locked. No rush. Every thrust dragged pleasure through her body like warm honey. When she started to pull on his energy this time, she didn’t fight it. She took it slow, careful, letting it flow between them like a shared heartbeat. Marcus groaned, hips stuttering. “That’s it… fuck, I feel you.” It didn’t hurt him. She made sure. Just enough to feed, to strengthen the bond instead of draining it. The pleasure doubled, tripled. Lila came hard, clenching around him, and he followed right after, burying himself deep with a low moan.

“Isn’t that the model of branded products, Valerie Baeyens? And the guy is Lyon Hastings, the CEO of Hastings Construction. So, they really have a relationship? I thought it was a rumor.” “Same here. We’re seeing them here fighting right now, there is something between them. They’re not a couple based on what Mr. Hastings had said, so they we’re just f*ck buddies? No strings attached?” She got goosebumps after hearing that. So, this kind of relationship does exist in real life? “Yes. I bet it’s like that. I’ll take a video of this. It will get viral after a few minutes.” How many times has she rolled her eyes today? She just shrugged and continue on watching the couple arguing.

Not about anything else. Every time we had sex over the last few months, I was busy with which position would be the best to make a baby, I would stay in bed after we were done having sex, with my legs in the air. I would make sure Eros wasn’t showering too hot. It was too much. There was no romance left in those moments. It was almost a task. But this, this was pure pleasure and when Eros got on top of me and kissed me roughly, his tongue playing with mine, I was in heaven. He pushed himself inside me and my eyes rolled back in my head. This felt so good.

While she did this, he played with her tits, tweaking her nipples rhythmically. Erica was ecstatic. Her boyfriend was hardening in her mouth while he sent shivers up her spine by playing with her nipples, and Shawn was fucking her so good! Now he was even massaging her clit as he pistoned in and out of her snatch. Still, as great as everything was, it wasn’t perfect. She wanted both men to be able to go deeper. “Hold on, I wanna get on all fours.” “Yeah? You wanna get taken like a dog?”

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”