Erotica Readers Novels & Stories

I fail. My hand slides down between my legs before I can stop it. I’m soaked. The second my fingers brush my clit a shameful little sound slips out of me. I rub in tight circles, replaying the crack of his palm, the way he wiped my own wetness across my burning cheek, the heavy taste of him on my tongue. I’m already close again when the floorboard in the hallway creaks. I yank my hand away, fast like I’ve been burned. Nathan steps into the doorway. He looks at my shiny fingers, at the way my knees are still parted, at the flush on my face. He doesn’t raise his voice.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

Ryder breathed, his pace unraveling, his thrusts tightening into something faster, more erratic. Ruth-Ann was coming apart, her middle finger working her clit with frantic precision. She was panting, her head tipping back against the wall, her chest rising and falling as she watched the man she'd craved all day take her mother apart piece by piece. She was a sinner. She was a voyeur. She was a whore. And she didn't care. Inside the room, Ryder's head lifted sharply.

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Her innocent eyes would water as she gagged on Daddy's thick meat like the eager little slut she was born to be. I stormed to her rooom, my pulse pounded like a war drum, my cock straining painfully against my zipper. I didn't knock, instead I fucking burst through the door. The wood slammed against the wall as raw hunger clawed at my gut. Holy fuck! There she was, my Elena, my forbidden obsession. She was splayed out like a pornstar goddess on her rumpled pink sheets, completely bare and glistening. Her creamy skin flushed pink with arousal. Full, perky tits rose and fell in heaving gasps, nipples stiff as diamonds begging to be sucked raw. Legs shamelessly hooked over the edge of the bed,

the screams, the moans, the betrayals, and the soaked pages in between. A huge, heartfelt thank you to my loyal readers.. especially those who always comment, leave reactions and keep showing up chapter after chapter. Your words genuinely keep me motivated to keep writing these twisted tales. Special Celebration Treat: To celebrate reaching 100 chapters, I’m picking one dedicated commenter to have their personal erotica smut brought to life for a few chapters If you’re one of my regular readers, drop your idea in the comment. It can be as dark, kinky, taboo, or monstrous as you want.

And why was my heart racing when he had his eyes fixed on me. ********* Aunt May had a ladies hangout with some of her friends leaving me alone. My step uncle also met with a distant friend of his, but I wasn't bothered about being left home alone. I had the room to myself, dressed exactly how Uncle Wilton would have wanted me as I read another piece from my collection of erotic book. My legs were growing weak and I spread them wide while imagining my step uncle was touching me from behind. I should had reprimanded myself right there but I was too overwhelmed by the flow of erotic thoughts. My hand reached downwards skirting past my abdomen.

My cock sprang free, already half-hard, heavy and thick, slapping up against my stomach before settling lower, hanging long and proud. Their eyes widened in unison, full of pure and raw hunger. The corner of my lips curled up, and I reached down and wrapped my hand around my thick cock, stroking it slowly, letting them watch it swell thicker in my grip. “Does this meet your expectations, ladies?” I asked smugly. They exchanged glances and grinned. “Yeah.” “Of course.” “It exceeds mine.” They stepped forward quickly and dropped to the floor around me like desperate sluts. My pulse hammered.

He liked knowing that Zach did show some interest towards his attractive points. “What common phrases have you come across in erotica for the male body?” he asked. “Toned abdominal muscles, taut skin stretched across bulging muscles, throbbing manhood,” Zach reeled off quickly. The billionaire snorted. As the CEO of a publishing company, he had read his fair share of the erotica coming out of the company and those phrases were certainly common. Erotica was the most profitable genre at the moment for the company. “Of course. How likely is it that the female lead has messy hair?”

She came across a couple of teenagers and an old lady, and scanning a few more rows, Aakifahlynn found it, 'Erotic Literature. Aakifahlynn's fingers glided across some titles. She was more focused on what the inside was about, so she read the short summaries. After scanning about eight, the first thing Aakifahlynn came across that she wanted to grab was about passionate, romantic, or sexual relationships intended to arouse similar feelings in readers. She grabbed that one, and moving on to the next, she found one with erotic art illustrating the text. Aakifahlynn had gawked at what she'd seen but took it anyway.