Novel & Cerita Erotica One Shots

Her face had gone purple and her moans were more of sobs now but Eros couldn't care less, all he wanted was to get satisfied. After pounding her to his satisfaction, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and she swallowed the excessive saliva and smiled, waiting for more instructions. Eros went toward the nightstand and took a sachet of condom that lay there, tore it, and slid it onto his hardness. The whore was still kneeling by the edge of the bed, anticipating more. He grabbed the whip by the foot of the bed and stared at her naked body for a while. She had butterfly and rose tattoos crested on each of her breasts. Her nipples and belly button were pierced. She had ligature marks all over h

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit erotic content, including BDSM elements (bondage, gagging, blindfolding), rough sex, oral sex, facials, and power imbalance dynamics. While consent is present, it explores themes of submission and vulnerability. Have fun lovliessss. CHAPTER ONE “What is it, Ronan? C’mon, you can tell me.”

Written by: Jesudamilola Abiola✍️ Genre: Erotic, trilling romance and suspense 👙Katrina POV👙💋 Suddenly, I felt a sha*p pain in my lower region Oh my Gosh! I stared down and saw blood sta*n on the bed I could feel blood flowing down my th*gh Suddenly, I realized what’s really happening Oh no! I’m not ready for this, no, no; I can’t be disvirgined just like this

Grabbing my pen, I start to scribble on my diary again. "He looked at me! He fucking looked at me and I am so wet already! Gosh! I just want him to dig his fingers into my pussy and finger fuck me to tears. I don't care that he's a shady man with a mysterious life, I just want to be fucked by him! Imagine what it would feel like to be naked under him, and to have those lips around my nipples, and then have his fingers stroking my clit until I can't breathe anymore." I don't realize that I am squeezing my thighs together as my scribbling turns into vivid images in my head.

My clit throbbed under the lightest graze. Nick shifted beneath me, spreading his thighs wider so I was fully open to Marcus’s hand. “Let him play, baby,” he whispered, voice dark and coaxing. “Let us make you squirt for us. One more time before you go home. Give us everything.” The word *squirt* sent a fresh rush of heat through me. I’d only done it once before,alone, with a toy and it had scared me how intense it felt. But with them? I wanted it. I wanted to lose control completely.

Her soul left her body for a moment. He was kissing her. For some unexplainable reason she was unable to control herself and found herself melting into his. He held the back of her head in place as his tongue sought for entrance. Without struggle she opened up to him and tongues collided. Tasting the alcohol from his mouth she found herself getting intoxicated. She felt his hands go under her big tee shirt caressing her skin and she snapped of it, pulling away from the kiss. In shock she hurriedly jumped up but she landed on him again and she felt his lower member trying to break through his trousers.

Then she started jacking me off with both hands as she caught her breath, before dipping back down and repeating the process. It felt amazing. It looked amazing. I swept her blonde hair out of her face to make sure I could see every smile and grin, every time she hollowed her cheeks when sucking, or bulged them out by pressing the head of my cock against them. Every look in her eye. Every loving glance. “Amelia, I’m close,” I groaned. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes, but I was going on a year of celibacy, and I was drunk, and this was all new and taboo and shouldn’t be happening.

And now her tits were even more exposed. Her face was covered in white stringy smears. One streak had even sprayed a gooey white line over her right eye, and she was squinting and grimacing like some sort of bizarre erotic pirate. She had cum on her cheeks, a little glop of it on her forehead, a particularly gratuitous blob hanging from her bottom lip and dribbling down her chin. And she just stood there with her mouth open, panting and gasping. "L ... Luh ... Look what you... did!" she said.

It wasn’t much, but it was a start. “Yes. I’ll stay on the bed. I promise.” She decided to reward him by dipping her hand to her sex and stroking herself. “Don’t be too long.” His eyes flared with hunger as he watched her touch herself. She slipped two fingers into her sex and began rubbing her clit with her other hand. She imagined his cock inside of her again – and it did the trick. A fresh wave of arousal coiled through her insides, making her cunt clench up with need. Her nipples became erect, taut little pink buds which stood out perfectly from her sexy tits. ‘What on earth are you doing!!’ her wolf cried. But she adamantly refused to think.

The first results were articles with bold headlines: "Damien Cross: The Painter of Desire" "Eroticism in Strokes and Shadows" "The Man Who Turns Skin into Stories" She clicked one. A grainy photograph of a tall man in a black shirt appeared, his face half-turned away from the camera. Dark hair, sharp jawline, eyes that seemed to be staring at something far beyond the frame. He looked… untouchable. Like he belonged to another world. Then she saw his paintings. Her breath caught.