Erotica Readers Novels & Stories

Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?" Tim gasped again as Petrov used two fingers to stimulate his asshole. Petrov wasn't aiming for penetration at the moment, he just wanted the boy aroused enough to keep talking. Finally, the boy admitted to preferring Nifty and Literotica as his go-to erotic stories websites. Petrov knew that Literotica catered to a variety of genres but smiled knowing that Nifty had no heterosexual stories at all, though Nifty did h

Without thinking twice, I untack the locks and open the briefcase type kit carefully. My eyes grow saucers as I see the contents of what she fondly calls her toolkit. Inside are sex toys used by women for maximum pleasure—dildos of differing sizes, vibrators, body clamps, floggers and other familiar tools I can’t name. Before I can speak another word, I feel her hands around my body, massaging me over the shirt I wear while she stands behind me. I gasp as her fingers tingle my erogenous spots, with her lips rubbing my neck as she speaks.

I was traveling thousands of miles, leaving my oblivious wife at home, to fuck a young girl I had met online because she enjoyed the stories I wrote. If you asked me why I started writing and publishing erotica on Literotica, I do not believe I could give you a full and satisfactory answer. I had been reading the site for some years, had an idea for a story that I wrote out and, after a very short time hemming and hawing, published it.

Everyone was cheering them and Dylan’s legs started physically shaking. Lucy was making it very sloppy and nasty, saliva all over and it was making me so horny, man I wish that was me. I wish I had a dick. Ashley was already shamelessly touching my nipples and pleasing herself. “She’s so good”, she whispered to Freddy who was just watching the show and drinking his wine. Then she pulled out almost immediately and Dylan held his dick in his hands and cummed in it, shaking vigorously. We all started clapping for her. And cheering.

You must read, so you'll know what we know. Loving books as she did, Madeleine had soon forgotten her disappointment. The private library was a wondrous hoard of knowledge, and as arousing in its way as the long, shared hours of yesterday. Each book was a classic of pornography. As she read — and read and read and read - Madeleine soon grew both learned and fevered. Every picture seemed to remind her of the touch of Delrina’s lips, or the way Laurelina’s fingertips could seek out, and find, the most discreet and receptive of pleasure-nodes, then tantalise them to the very edge of madness. Every line or paragraph of uncensored prose seemed to conjure up the taste of Nadia’s sweat.

"I'm flattered, Mrs. Melinda. It's important you feel comfortable here. Now, let's dig a little deeper. What kind of erotica draws you in? The kind that builds slowly, or something..something more.. direct?" In my mind, I pictured her reading about a doctor like me, hypnotizing a patient into submission. Her body arching under my commands. I watched her bite her lips, considering her answer. This was going to be exquisite. She shifted on the couch, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. "It's mostly the forbidden ones, of course. Power dynamics, losing control to someone trustworthy. Scenes where the mind opens up and the body follows. I dream about it.. being guided, touched in ways I can't ad

But it’s her face that guts you—angelic, with wide green eyes and faint freckles that you want to trace with your tongue, her smile a wicked promise of innocence and sin. Orientation’s a slog, some old hag droning on while your mind’s elsewhere, craving something raw. Back in your apartment, you’re restless, cock half-hard and aching for release. The city’s left you pent-up, unsatisfied. You grab your laptop, diving into OnlyFans like it’s a dark alley you can’t resist. Pornstars are old news—too polished, too fake. You want real, messy, human. Amateurs with trembling hands and secrets in their eyes. That’s what gets you going.

She picked up the vibrator, turned it on high, and pressed it directly against my clit without mercy. Monica straddled my face once more, lowering her pussy to my mouth. "Make me come," she ordered. I licked and sucked desperately, my own pleasure building under the relentless vibrator. Tasha pushed three fingers back inside me, fucking hard and fast. The plug twisted with every thrust. My moans vibrated against Monica's clit.