Erotica Near Me Novels & Stories

"Oh god, you feel so good. So fucking good." He reached around, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing and circling, pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building, my body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Come for me, Emma," Damien commanded, his voice a low growl. "Come all over my cock." I keened, my body convulsing as I rode the wave of pleasure, my orgasm crashing over me in a rush of sensation. Damien continued to fuck me, his movements unrelenting, drawing out my pleasure until I was a trembling, boneless mess on the desk.

My voice was shaky as I spoke. I saw her smiling before she finally spoke, I black eyes were shining with something I couldn't quite name. No… the opposite of what I was wanting to hear from her… your writing was loving and powerful. I love your story because I love erotic stories myself and I'd like to talk more about it with you. “So are you free this weekend Come to my place Sunday at eight.” I felt my heartbeat increase is it the test that I don't want her to give me that she wants to give me in her house? Or is it something else? I asked myself.

“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

She curls them immediately, stroking that spot that makes my vision blur. “Quiet,” she warns, biting my earlobe. “You don’t want the seniors up front to know what a whore you are, do you?” I shake my head frantically even as my pussy clenches around her fingers. Lucia reaches up and yanks my habit open at the front, exposing my heavy breasts. She latches onto one nipple, sucking hard while Rosa finally puts her mouth on my clit.

My legs actually shake, and I have to brace myself against the wall to keep from falling. When I can finally think again, when the aftershocks stop and my breathing returns to normal, I lean my forehead against the cool tile and try to process what just happened. I just jerked off using Maya’s scent. In her bathroom. While holding a shirt she deliberately left for me to find. And the worst part? I want to do it again. I’m so fucked.

It was just Kieran who kept smirking at me, like he wasn't naked with a very sexy item between his thighs. "So, how do you want it?" Kieran asked as he walked over to where I kept the sex toys and took out the warming oil with nipple clamps. I gulped down the saliva that gathered in my mouth and tried not to tremble as he walked towards me gently, holding the items up. "Do we do it your way or our way?" Killian questioned as he also moved closer. Now it wasn't only Kendrick that stood behind, like he was watching a show as my heart skipped a beat.

"I'm pulling out all the stops today, and when I'm done with you, that bastard won't know what hit him. He won't even be able to breathe when he looks at you." Addy led me inside the Hedonism Spa, and my jaw hit the floor. I felt like I had stepped into a high-budget pornographic fairytale, and the air was thick with the scent of jasmine and musk. It was a sexual heaven. There were girls dressed like naughty fairies in nothing but sheer wings and tiny leaf thongs. Some of them were swinging from vines made of ivy and roses. Their breasts bounced freely as they giggled, and men in leather harnesses lounged on velvet cushions while being hand-fed grapes by gorgeous boys and girls. It was raw,

"So, did you ever think you'd be offered a job because your dick is bigger than the last guy?" Russ chuckled. "I never thought about it." "That's not the only reason. You're also, according to Lan, handsome, well built, and have a reputation of being a nice guy. I do, essentially, what my mom and sister do. I give massages. By choice, I only do females. About half of them just want massages. The other half are the regulars. They want the special services we offer. For women, it's fingering to orgasm, eating them, and rarely vaginal sex. For vaginal I always wear a condom. Safer for me and for them. For oral, I use a dental dam about half the time. Do you know what that is?"

“I’m sorry, you’re right. How was your day?” He’d been working long hours lately, conducting most of his business by Skyping and conference calls to stay near the house. “Not bad,” he said, running his hand up and down her inner thigh, his fingertips brushing her pussy occasionally. “The resort in Rarotonga is coming along now, after a rather rocky start.” “Even though the locals think the site is haunted?” she asked, whimpering as he ran his fingertips over her labia, brushing by her clit.

Jackpot. Eric and I live in a small studio apartment that’s all bedrooms. You open the door and in the center of the room is this big four-poster king-sized bed for maximum fucking. One wall is all windows with no curtains, so every night we fuck for the whole world to see. Whenever I catch someone watching us from the apartment building across the street, my pussy shudders so hard around Eric’s cock that we both come at the same time. If they’re still watching us after that, I give them the come hither signal followed by the tip money gesture, and without fail there’s a knock on our door in less than ten minutes. Then, depending on who it is, we set our price: a hundred dollars for one, two