Erotica Lit Novels & Stories

Disclaimer: Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. Triggering themes. Lesbian content. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat that comes with it. Rated 18+ --- Priya Walsh was dreaming again. She could feel it even inside the dream, that specific awareness that sits at the back of your mind telling you this isn't real while everything happening in front of you feels more real than anything you experienced while you were awake. Brooklyn's hands were in her hair.

"Alone at Last" TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. " Xavier's POV " For months she had been my obsession.

“Not some prissy business cunt. Yeah, you’re gorgeous, hot as fucking hell, but deep down, you’re just a dirty little slut who needs her holes used, aren’t you?” Letty couldn’t stop, wouldn’t, even if a gun was jammed to her head. She kept grinding, her hips snapping with brutal, relentless force, her eyes rolling so far back they showed only whites, utterly consumed, loving every raw, agonizing inch of his cock relentlessly plowing deep inside her.

"Say it. What do you want?" His hand grabbed one of my breasts and fumbled with the nipple. "I want... it," I breathed out, biting my lip. "You want what?" he asked, his finger still deep inside me. My whole body was shaking from the sensation. I could feel my orgasm building up. "I want your finger inside me," I said. "Good girl. I will finger your little pussy so deep, Sara." And he did. ⸻ "Good morning, Sara." A yawning Layla walked into the kitchen. I gave her a look. "Good morning, sleepyhead. You sleep like a corpse."

Finally, one of his hands slid down, but instead of washing the rest of me, he went between my legs, and cupped my sex. "I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to feel sore," I murmured. "Do you have some weird sex magic?" Orion laughed, a deep rumbling sound that sent pleasant vibrations through me. "I guess you can call it that," he agreed. "Wait, really?" He gently tugged at my ear with his teeth, then moved on to kiss and nibble at my neck. "Mm hmm." "So you meant it literally when you said you would make it not hurt before you um...put your cock in me?"

Her pussy clamped down around Jack's pistoning shaft, fluttering and clenching as she teetered on the edge. "I'm gonna come," she whimpered around Candy's fingers. "Please let me come!" "Go ahead, whore," Candy purred, twisting her fingers in Lilith's hair. "Come on Master's cock like a good little fucktoy." And with that permission, Lilith let herself go, screaming as her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave. Her cunt spasmed wildly, milking Jack's shaft for all it was worth. Jack groaned above her, slamming into her one last time before grinding against her cervix and exploding. Lilith felt his hot seed painting her insides, marking her as his property.

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I bit my lip hard, but a loud moan still escaped. My hips rolled against his hand despite myself, chasing the pleasure I didn’t want to crave. Tears of frustration and overwhelming sensation pricked my eyes. “I hate this,” I gasped, even as my inner walls clenched greedily around his fingers. “I hate you. I hate how you make me feel…” “But you love how it feels, don’t you?” He twisted his fingers, scissoring them, stretching me open. “Tell me how much you’ve thought about this. How many times you’ve touched this soaked pussy thinking about me ruining you.”

The bedroom air felt thick with anticipation as we stepped inside. The lights were dimmed to a soft golden glow, casting warm shadows across the king-sized bed. My body was already buzzing from the intense orgasm Victor had given me downstairs. My skin felt hypersensitive, my nipples tight, and my pussy still slick and throbbing with need. Victor guided me toward the bed with a firm, possessive hand on my lower back. Ryan followed closely, pulling the armchair right beside the bed for the best possible view.

That caused my eyebrows to raise and my cheeks to blush. "Well... If you like that mix, maybe 'Story of O' by Pauline Réage, 'The Lover' by Marguerite Duras, 'Tropic of Cancer' by Henry Miller, or 'Delta of Venus' by Anaïs Nin could be recommended," I suggested, my face burning. These were considered significant works of erotic literature, but at the same time, they were quite scandalous. "Did you enjoy them?" he asked with a slightly huskier voice. "I like forming my own opinions."