Erotica Lit Novels & Stories

" 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.

She’s slipping away—everything feels like it’s underwater, like a dream she can’t wake from. She cries out again, desperate, high-pitched. Endless waves of orgasm ripple through her trembling form, one crashing over the next, relentless, overwhelming. Her limbs flail, her body convulses beneath him, but still he doesn’t stop. Still he pounds. Still he slams. He whispers dirty words against her flushed skin, each syllable igniting her nerve endings like sparks. “Oh, you wanna act like a little slut?” he snarls against her neck, voice dripping with dark amusement. “Then I’ll make it real easy for you, baby.”

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.

Their cocks were obscene: thick as wrists, veined like twisted ropes, heads flared and leaking heavy, glowing precum that dripped in long sticky strands onto the floor with wet plops. Marcus screamed through the ring gag, but it came out as a wet gargle. The five demons circled Lila slowly, breathing heavy, sulfur and raw lust thick in the air. She stood there trembling, cum still leaking down her thighs from the first two, but her pussy was clenching visibly, hungry for more.

ARC 21 : SIREN’S FATAL EMBRACE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content including lesbian smut, fingering, squirting, tribbing/scissoring, oral worship, tail penetration (anal and vaginal), double penetration with tongue and tail, rough degradation, and intense orgasm control. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores raw and unrestrained desire. ------- Eli/Elara's POV The wind whipped across the deck of The Iron Kraken carrying the reek of unwashed men. I kept my head down with my shoulders hunched, trying to blend in

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

After all, I saw it in her eyes. The last thing I noticed was the name of her book 'Power of the pussy'. I had heard people say that artists are always beautifully insane, and the most tattered and torn hearts created the best holistic works of art. That included writers. I wondered if Lydia was a writer and what could she have possibly gone through to be tattered and torn. I wanted to know what inspired her, what she loved, what ignited her passion. Since meeting her I could not stop thinking about her. Images of her tied to my four-poster bed invaded my mind on my way home. I thought of her full lips wrapped around a ball gag and her beautiful eyes looking up at me, dilated and desperate.

She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'

Lila My head's a stupid mess. And not even my favourite novel, Bared to you opened right in front of me helps me out. I'm fucked. Totally. Completely. I squeeze my thighs tighter as I feel the build up of pressure growing worse. It's driving me insane. Just from the thought of one man. Professor Karl. As I read Eva and Gideon's fucking scene, he is all I can think of. Fucking me silly till I can't stand. I let out a moan from the dirty thoughts, slapping my mouth shut almost immediately. A calming breath falls off my lips when I realise I'm the only one in this section. And probably alone in the entire library. It's almost midnight and only a nerd like me stays in the library to live her dir

My clit ached, begging for touch after last night. He laughed, low rumble vibrating through his chest into mine. "Please what? You want me to finger that needy cunt? Make you squirt all over my desk?" His fingers pressed firmer against the fabric, rubbing slow circles over my clit through the panties. The friction was maddening, building that fire again, but not enough. The wet spot grew, soaking through, his fingers slick with my arousal. "Fuck, listen to that. Your pussy's talking, Mira. Sloppy and desperate."