Erotica Historical Novels & Stories

“Later, Owen. We need to map this place first,The captain gonna be mad if we take more time. But yeah… my pussy is throbbing just thinking about it.” I turned and kissed him hard. His tongue pushed into my mouth and I sucked it. My hand rubbed his dick through his suit. We broke apart and continued walking. We moved on.The next room had old stone carvings on the walls. I ran my fingers over them. They showed tentacles wrapping around naked women. The women had their legs spread wide and their mouths open.“These pictures… they’re filthy. Like the things in the walls used to fuck people.” Owen stood behind me and ground his cock against my ass. “You getting ideas, Elara? You want something thi

" 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.

JULIA When I woke up, Lisa was still sleeping. I pulled out the list Janet gave me and looked it over more closely. Electro stimulation, hot wax, figging. What the hell was figging? Janet had done a lot more research than I'd done before deciding to become a sex slave. I didn't recognize half the stuff on her list. Some of the stuff we'd already done. Erotic spanking, stripping her nude, collaring her. Some humiliation, making her masturbate while I was on the phone with Chen, then telling him what she was doing. Light bondage and blindfolds, check. Sexual denial check. She hadn't texted me last night to say she'd cum and she was masturbating every hour she was awake. Nyotaimori, I had no cl

There were whispers in the audience. “This work by Reilly Herman explores the relationship between emerging sexualities and romance tourism. With influences as diverse as Derrida and John Proietti, new synergies are crafted from both simple and complex meanings.” He paused, going to stand beside the painting. “We’ll begin at one hundred thousand.” A man in the back lifted his card. “One twenty.” “Two hundred.” I looked at Zesa. She had her bidder card in the air. I tore my eyes away from Zesa to Sophia Reyes when she spoke. “Three hundred.” She said, her eyes on Zesa.

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

Tasha reached under me and found my clit, rubbing it in tight circles while Monica continued the spanking. By the tenth strike my ass burned and my pussy throbbed. Monica set the paddle aside and leaned down, pressing a kiss to each heated cheek. "Good girl," she murmured. Tasha rolled me onto my back again and spread my legs wide. She picked up the vibrator, turned it on high, and pressed it directly against my clit without mercy.

She had never craved for a man's cock as much as she craved his at that moment and she had no idea why. Perhaps it was his dangerous calmness, or how he reaked of sin. Or maybe it was because he was the hottest man she had ever set her eyes on. Whatever it was, she wanted it. She wanted that darkness to be wrapped around her like a blanket. Thinking about him all night gave her goosebumps. She remained wet until morning. She had no other choice but to pull out her rose toy. Cummig for the third time that day seemed to do the trick, and she ended up sleeping like a baby early the next morning.

“Don’t be embarrassed. Besides, while I didn’t know it had been that long I could tell it had been some time since you’d had a lover—” “How?” A wry smile crossed his face. “I haven’t forgotten one single thing about you, Natalia. Not the taste of you on my lips. Not your unique scent. And certainly not the tight feel of your pussy wrapped around my fingers.” A dark flush spread across her face as she puckered her lips into a tiny “oh” but then he pushed the tip of dick inside her and her expression took on an entirely different meaning altogether. He was done with talking. They would talk later. Right now he was more interested in claiming her and doing what he’d longed to do fifteen years a

I was traveling thousands of miles, leaving my oblivious wife at home, to fuck a young girl I had met online because she enjoyed the stories I wrote. If you asked me why I started writing and publishing erotica on Literotica, I do not believe I could give you a full and satisfactory answer. I had been reading the site for some years, had an idea for a story that I wrote out and, after a very short time hemming and hawing, published it.

I said to Ginger, as I slipped my hands under her nightshirt and felt her bare ass with both of my hands. "Right, they don't know about our sapphic love affairs yet," said Ginger. "Sapphic, I like that word. Why have we not used it before?" I asked. "Probably because I only just learned it last week while reading a story on Literotica," said Ginger. "Literotica, what's that?" I asked. "Only the best website in the world for erotic literature and the like. You should check it out," said Ginger. "I'll do that when we get back home, it sounds interesting!" I replied.