Erotica Readers Novels & Stories

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

This is probably the definition of pathetic. But I don’t care. I press his shirt to my face, breathing in his scent, and slide my hand between my legs. I’m already wet. I’ve been wet since I jumped into his arms this afternoon. The ache between my thighs is almost painful now. I circle my clit with my fingers, slow at first, imagining it’s his hand. Imagining him touching me, those rough callused fingers on my skin. “Damon,” I whisper into his shirt. My fingers move faster. I imagine him here, in my bed, those storm-gray eyes dark with lust. Imagine him spreading my legs and putting his mouth on me. Imagine his tongue…

Sean took my right hand and planted kisses all over it , then he looked at me and said; "Hold it and feel it ,can you do that ? " . I was hesitant and he sensed it ,he slowly guided my hand down to his bulge and I gasped when I felt it . Sean's peni* was big ,erect and hard, really hard . "Now feel it " he told me. I felt it but stopped,too scared to continue. "Larissa,hold it and feel it like it's yours " Sean commanded. I did as he said and heard a moan escape his lips. Sean shifted my hand to the bed and gently inserted his tip into me,I felt a sharp pain and screamed.

Demon sex. Whoa. Great Aunt Rose was even more unhinged than I thought. I didn't know if she actually used the book, but she must have, right? I mean, it was a sex spellbook, for God's sake! Who wouldn't use it? In fact, I was already thinking of a few things... No! I said to myself firmly. Snap out of it! But... Fuck, my nipples were tingling, and there was a familiar ache between my legs. I glanced at my drawer where my battery powered boyfriend lay. Did I really want to get out my vibrator now when I was supposed to be cleaning?

The story was so vivid, so real, that she could feel the heat radiating from the page, smell the stale beer and cheap perfume of the club. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the narrative wash over her. She was there, sitting in the booth, watching him. She felt the tension building, the air thick with unspoken words. She wanted to reach out, to touch him, to feel the same electric connection. The writer’s voice was hypnotic, a siren’s call that drew her in deeper. She was no longer just reading; she was experiencing. She was living the story. Her body began to react on its own accord. A dull throb started between her legs, a familiar ache that she had been ignoring for too long. She

“Hmm… I think you need to satisfy your curiosity.” Aria frowned. That didn’t sound like a real solution. “Don’t worry,” Elda leaned in as if she were about to share a secret. “You can do it on your own. I have books,” she said. Aria looked confused. “Books?” “Erotic books.” “What?” Aria’s eyes widened. “They’re written by women and sold secretly to other women. My friends and I got our hands on a few. You need to read them, my lady. You’ll enjoy them.”

When she was 13, she asked her mother for a library. Her mother had that study room built for her because she wanted to see her read. But when Jewel became bored with those monotonous and uncreative articles, she turned to Tagalog Romance Pocketbooks. Until she read a novel by Ara. It's a sexy romance with numerous explicit bed scenes. That's where her interest in erotica began. Gabbi's claim that she became an erotica addict may be true. But her reasoning is that 'it's okay to read as long as her fantasies stay in the fictional world.'

Her body flinched at my words, but another wave of shivers covered her arms. “Dirty little doll.” The more I talked, the more her nipples were standing at attention, the more her breathing was getting heavier, the more her hands were gripping the fabric they were tied with. My fingers traced her leg. “I bet you are one of the people who like reading p**n books in public. ” I moved to her other leg, gripping her ankle. “I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.

She cried out his name, lost in the sensation of… I slammed the book shut, my cock hardening instantly. So this was what my innocent Elara had been reading. I opened the book again, unable to help myself, flipping through the pages. Which contained sex scenes. Descriptions of positions, sensations, emotions. Some of the pages had corners turned down like she’d been marking her favorite parts. The image of Elara lying in bed, reading these explicit scenes, her hand slipping between her legs as she imagined someone touching her like that…it made me fucking feral. She’d hidden this book like a secret. Like she was embarrassed by what she wanted.

“Hear that wet sound? Your pussy is literally bubbling with their cum.” She added a third finger, stretching me wider, pumping aggressively while her thumb found my swollen clit and rubbed tight, fast circles. My back arched off the couch as filthy, wet squelching noises filled the room with every thrust of her fingers. I was already sensitive from the guys, but Alessia was relentless. She curled her fingers against my G-spot, stroking it perfectly while she leaned down and spat directly on my clit for extra lubrication. “You like being a dirty little whore tonight, don’t you?” she taunted, pumping faster. “The perfect preacher’s daughter getting her cunt ruined.”