Erotica Literature Novels & Stories

Erica worked her way down his body, washing his glutes before making her way down his sculpted legs. Once she was done washing his backside, she told him to turn around. She rinsed and re-lathered the pouf and began washing his defined chest. She was slow and teasing, working her way down his body. She circled his sensitive nipples, causing a groan to escape his lips. Her thumps teased them slightly, making them hard. She allowed the water to wash the soap away then flicked her tongue over the hardened peaks lapping at the water droplets.

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The fact that she had a pretty face and great body, combined with her inexperience and shyness, got Josephine even hornier. There was something wild, irresistible and purely sexy about that girl. Josephine wanted that soft skin to rub against hers. She couldn't wait to rub her pussy against April's pussy. Oh fuck. The erotic thoughts of her and April in a scissors position, rubbing and pressing their pussies against each other, made the volume her moans and groans increase. She increased the movement of her fingers, brutal thrusting and ramming her fingers into her pussy over and over again, her thumb coming in contact with her sensitive clit with every powerful thrust.

She would worry about Jessica’s fury later if she were to find out. Their breathing became heavier as they approached climax, and the sounds of flesh slapping, punctuated by moans and groans, echoed in the tiny room. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, turning her on even more. Fireworks exploded in her as she hit her climax, her body shaking and her walls gripping him tight as she came. With one final thrust, his legs shook as he spilled his seed inside her, her inner walls convulsing as she milked him dry.

He asked while kissing her neck. She nodded and he let her go. She walked towards her wardrobe, opened it and dug her hand towards the ceiling of the wardrobe. Lucas smiled at himself. She knew she had herself some sex toys in her custody. While she romanticize about having him in bed, she helped herself to one of those. She had a vibrator dildo, silicon and rubber dildos - all of different sizes and girth. Saraphina selected the vibrator, walked towards him and gave it to him.

She turned toward the board and wrote two words in clean, deliberate strokes. Erotic Writing. Oh. It was that ‘shift-in-your-seat’ kind of class the entire time. Less of discomfort, more of… you know what? Maybe it was discomfort all through. Didn't exactly feel “hot” hearing your fifty six year old lecturer talk about libido and how to make it bend to the rules of literature. By the time the class ended, half of my mates were either zoned out or creeped out. “Your assignments for the day are already up on the class platform. Submission’s three days from now. Please don't force my hand” she closed her textbook, the usual sign that we could leave now.

Then his hands were on me again, spreading my cheeks, exposing my dripping, freshly fucked pussy and the tight ring of muscle above it. “Look at this pretty little hole still leaking my cum,” he said, almost reverently. One thick finger traced my entrance, pushing some of his release back inside me. I moaned, pushing back against his hand. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to bend you over this desk, Elara. Every time you brought me reports in those tight skirts, I imagined exactly this.”

But the true magic came from the books themselves. As Rowan moaned and writhed, every tome in the Grand Chamber opened. Golden text floated off their pages and sank into her skin like liquid light. With every new spell, every forgotten ritual, every erotic grimoire of pleasure that merged with her nervous system, her body transformed into the perfect vessel. Now, *every single word in the entire library* was an erogenous zone. Rowan screamed in ecstasy as knowledge itself fucked her. Reading the name of an ancient love spell made her squirt. Reciting a binding incantation made her nipples feel like they were being sucked by a hundred mouths. The deeper the forbidden lore, the harder the plea

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.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.