Erotica One Shots Novels & Stories

His lips remained on my ear, his breath caressing my skin like a gentle touch I could never get enough of. “Touch yourself,” he whispered. “Let me see you touch yourself.” I obeyed. My lips fell open as my thumb reached my clit. The sounds that came out of me were shameless. I was dripping, and these juices did exactly what they were supposed to. I pressed my palm against the whole of my pussy, rubbing the wetness on every spot I could find. Lucas pushed his leg in between mine, spreading it wide for me. His mouth was on my breast, his tongue teasing my nipple endlessly.

" 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.

One hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching under to rub her oversensitive clit. “Come again,” he growled. “I want to feel you milk me.” She did—sobbing into the sheets, squirting hard around him. Only then did he let go—pulling out to paint hot stripes across her ass and back while Jade watched with hooded eyes, fingers lazily circling her own clit. They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, sweat-slick and breathless. After a moment, Jade kissed Lila softly, tasting herself on her lips.

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

"Just feel. Don't think. Tonight is about sensation. About pleasure. About giving this gorgeous body everything it deserves." More hands now — on my calves, my thighs, my arms. Different textures, different temperatures, different pressures. I can't tell how many there are, can't track who's touching where. It's overwhelming, disorienting, and unbelievably erotic. "When's the last time someone worshipped you, Elena?" The deep voice asks. "When's the last time someone took the time to explore every inch of your body?" "I don't... I can't remember..." "Then let's remind you."

I had a feeling tonight would be a good session as they had picked an erotic novel this time. I was settled in front of my laptop, wine in hand, waiting for all the other girls to log on. Once they had all arrived, it became clear the topic of the book had got them all in cheeky moods, there were lots of suggestive messages and we hadn't even got to discussing the book at that point. Once we got into the main discussion, it was revealing to see what bits the other girls liked and did not.

The camera zoomed in on her ruined holes when they finally pulled free: pussy gaping, ass prolapsing slightly, cum and lube and squirt pouring out in a river. Rita grabbed a massive syringe filled with thick fake cum—warmed—and shoved it into Nina’s pussy, injecting load after load until her belly swelled like she was four months pregnant. Then she plugged both holes with the biggest toys they owned. Nina collapsed, barely conscious, tits heaving, body twitching with aftershocks. The final shot on the stream: Liam and Rita on either side, kissing over her cum-soaked body, while the chat rained tips and demands for round two.

As soon as his hand was wrapped around his shaft, he returned both fingers to me, plunging them inside me and curling them to hit my G-spot. I panted as I watched him stroke himself. I had no idea how he went from being so uncertain to getting off on eating my pussy, but I was loving every second of it. I pinched my nipple as my body started to overheat, as that feeling of arousal and excitement deep in my body began to bubble, as Aaron's eyes met mine while he jacked off and sucked my clit. "I'm gonna come," I said to him. "Whatever you do, do not stop what you're doing."

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.”