Erotica Historical Novels & Stories

“Oh my God…” She presses on, her eyes holding mine, her voice raw. “So I suggest you just do as they say. Honestly, it’s not like it will kill you.” Her next words slice me open. “It’s just pleasure, Anita.” I recoil, my lips trembling. She continues, her tone strangely matter-of-fact, almost rehearsed. “I mean, you’ve already been with him once. And… he is very good in that aspect. He knows how to give women pleasure, the kind they can’t forget. That’s why they keep coming back. I’ve… I’ve lived with it for two years now. So, no, it won’t kill you. It won’t hurt you. And he’s very clean—trust me. No diseases, nothing to worry about. And he’s generous. Very generous. If you satisfy him, he’l

The fabric was rough against her sensitive skin, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. Camila’s other hand moved to her breast, squeezing gently as she imagined Gonzalez’s strong hands roaming over her body. She could almost feel the weight of his gaze, her fingers deftly unbuttoned her pants, and she slipped her hand inside, her touch light and teasing as she explored her own wetness. She leaned her head back against the wall, her eyes closing as she gave in to the sensations. Her fingers found her clit, circling and rubbing with a rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart.

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.

“My secretary. My ex-wife. My perfect little sluts.” Jessica and Claire watched him, lips parted, hands lazily touching each other’s bodies as they waited. With a deep, guttural groan, Charlie’s orgasm hit. Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted from his cock, raining down on them. He painted Jessica’s full breasts and face first, then shifted to cover Claire’s tits and open mouth. Stream after stream of hot cum splashed across their bodies...on their stomachs, necks, cheeks, and tongues. Both women moaned softly, arching slightly to receive every drop as he emptied his balls completely over them.

Her pussy vibrated, and she could feel her clit begging for attention, Helena was no stranger to this feeling, they’d not only helped each other masturbate multiple times before, but they had really fucked, fingered and scissor each other before. “And that too in the same hospital? Talk about fate.” Elora added, trying to stop herself from thinking about how delicious Helena’s nectar was, she wanted to have that cunt in her mouth and suck on it like her life depended on it. She loved the kind of face that Helena made whenever she was on the verge of orgasm, she loved the sound too, and there was nothing she loved more than being the one drawing that reaction out of her. Helena loved it too,

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.

She points to the bag," there's one more thing" Curiosity overwhelms my self restraint, so I put my hands into the bag and fish out another package. It is wrapped in a rectangular box. I open it and facepalm " Jesus, Valerie" " There'll be times when you'll miss your husband's dick. You'll need that" "A vibrator, really?" " Yes, really. Is it too small? Can't compare to your husband's?" Carlotta blocks both ears with her palms “ I’d rather not hear about my brother’s sex life, thank you very much”

"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.”

“Maya, sweetheart, you don’t understand what you’ve done. This bond—it’s not natural. He’s twice your age. He manipulated you…” “He didn’t manipulate me!” She’s shouting now, her own wolf rising. “I chose this! I wanted this! I’ve wanted him for years!” “Years?” Rob looks like he might be sick. “How long has this been going on?” “We only acted on it recently,” I say quickly. “But the feelings—they’ve been there a while.” “How long?” I hesitate, and that’s answer enough. “Jesus Christ.” Rob runs his hand through his hair. “Since her first shift? You’ve been lusting after my teenage daughter since her first shift?”