Erotica Readings Novels & Stories

My fluid sprung all over like a water fountain and I mumbled words that made no sense, I had never in my life felt so pleasured. My legs were shaking nonstop, but Romano wasn't done, he plunged even harder and I felt a test trickle down my cheek, I wanted him to stop, but I didn't want him to. “I just came Romano” I told him,thinking he'd hold back but I had only urged him on more, and he wasn't going to stop, not until I used my safe word, but I wasn't ready for this to end yet He held my neck tightly and looked deep into my eyes, I was reading many signals. But they were all jammed, I just wanted to be one with Romano Devore…”

Johnny’s hand disappeared into the black gift bag again, rummaging through the content. He pulled out a small pink box and popped the lid. Nestled inside was a curved mini vibrator, smooth and glossy, no bigger than his palm but clearly built for precision He turned it over, reading the tiny print on the packaging. “Highly recommended for clit stimulation… but excellent for exploring other sensitive areas” His voice dropped lower, almost thoughtful. “Now this sounds very promising” Charlotte tugged lightly against the leather cuffs holding her wrists to the headboard. The movement made her breasts jiggle under the soft lighting.

Wanted to peel those leggings off, spread her wide, and lick her until she cried. But I held back. Barely. We did a few more stretches—frog pose, legs splayed open, knees bent, ass in the air. I “adjusted” her hips again, thumbs digging into the crease where thigh met pussy. My fingers brushed her lips fully this time, pressing the wet fabric against her clit. She moaned outright—low, needy, the sound vibrating through her body into my hands. I leaned in close, breath on her ear. “You’re doing great, Lara. Most women don’t respond this quickly. Your body’s telling me everything I need to know. So healthy. So ready.”

My fingers dug into her breasts, twisting her nipples until she cried out. “Good,” Ethan murmured, unzipping himself. “More of that.” “You watching closely?” I growled, then leaned down and bit Tara’s shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. She whimpered beneath me, her legs parting instinctively, her pussy already glistening again. “She’s wet,” I said without looking at him. “You proud of yourself?” “Ecstatic,” he said, stroking himself lazily. “But I’m not done.” He stood and came closer. Too close. His cock was hard, leaking at the tip.

Without another second of hesitation, I pushed open the door and walked into the unknown… “Daisy” This time it was a low baritone voice that sent shivers to my spine. “Gorgeous little thing” another said, emerging from the darkness with hungry lustful eyes. I felt a tingling sensation in my coochie. From nowhere, I felt a presence behind me, followed by a gentle graze of a finger on the back of my neck. I’m not kidding when I say I felt something slide down my thighs. Is it possible to be that wet….enough to make you drip?

He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

Valentina sat at her desk on the third day, staring at the same paragraph in Elena Petrova’s manuscript for the tenth time. The words refused to make sense, her mind kept drifting back to Kia. Every time he walked past her desk, her body reacted instantly. Her thighs clenched together under the desk, Her nipples hardened against the inside of her bra, and heat flooded between her legs until her panties grew damp. She shifted in her chair, pressing her thighs tighter. The movement only made her swollen clit rub against the soaked lace. A small shiver ran through her.

The buzz against my clit was light but constant, enough to make my thighs tremble but not enough to push me over. Tasha pulled her fingers free and replaced them with her tongue, kissing me again while Monica circled the vibrator slowly around my swollen clit. The plug in my ass kept me stretched and aware, every tiny movement sending sparks through me. Tasha broke the kiss and sat up, her pussy still pressed to my stomach. She reached behind her and found my clit with two fingers, rubbing in tight circles that matched the vibrator's pace.

I didn’t care. I slid my lace panties, pussy juice soaked, to the side and let my four saliva dipped fingers rub over my wet clit vigorously in motions only I could decide. As I followed through with the instructions that were given by the female lead in my audio erotica.