Erotica Historical Novelas e Histórias

"I've never... ever considered confessing to anyone, about my recent fascination for erotica... but it... I mean, this... this, whatever it is that is happening now... I'm beginning to see... or... oh, my god... I don't know what the hell I'm saying….. I don't know what I am even thinking... my mind's so fucked up now... Ohmigod, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have said that... "Hey, Doris... you need to relax, calm down." Rood's voice was a soothing salve. "It's okay, I swear all the time too... I wrote a lot, I love reading them as well. You don't have to feel embarrassed or ashamed of what you like to do. It's your life, dear Doris, take charge and get what you want done." "And

This is a lesbian erotica story, enjoy! “Bang!” I jump, looking behind me. My best friend, Joanna, eyes me as I stare at myself in the mirror, flipping her hair over her face. She smiles, “You do realise it’s my wedding night, right?” I turn swiftly, my hand resting on my hips as I glare at her. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” She laughs, quenching my anger instantly. “Meaning why don’t you come help me with my hair instead of primping yourself for Jimmy.”

It was lol getting to me and I was loosing it. “Im gonna cum”, I cried. He started increasing his pacing, his strokes became deeper and his moans a little louder, i started crying out in pleasure, this feeling was so good. In less than a minute, I squirted all over and collapsed to the ground. Panting hard. He stared at me with a smirk and helped me get up and took me to the bathroom. He didn’t finish so I knew this wasn’t over. “Hope I helped you forget that bastard?”he asked

Karen, tingling with anticipation and curiosity, watched as he spread them out on the surface of a mahogany table of Georgian vintage. She glanced down at the first and then stared harder, arrested by the subject. ‘My God!’ she breathed in a husky whisper. Tony gave a slow smile, his eyes bright. ‘I thought you’d appreciate them. They’re much more inventive than even Giulio Romano’s illustrations of Pietro Aretino’s smutty poems, Sonetti Lussuriosi.’ ‘Aren’t they just!’ She had seen copies of the pornographic Renaissance pictures representing the various ‘postures’ of sexual intercourse. ‘Much later, of course.’

I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

She winked as she came out from behind the bar counter, walking into the gallery. "Here we have everything that is photographie érotique, you'll see pieces that date all the way back to the start of the renaissance as well as contemporary pieces that were created by some of your colleagues. The spectrum of pieces is quite broad on this floor," Nancy explained as she took a sip from the tall glass she was holding. "I imagine you wish to have your works scattered across these walls one day, no?" "I mean, who wouldn't want to have their art displayed in a sex museum?" I looked at her, letting out a soft laugh. Nancy laughed along, looking down at the gold encased watch on her wrist.