Erotica Readings Novels & Stories

I said to Ginger, as I slipped my hands under her nightshirt and felt her bare ass with both of my hands. "Right, they don't know about our sapphic love affairs yet," said Ginger. "Sapphic, I like that word. Why have we not used it before?" I asked. "Probably because I only just learned it last week while reading a story on Literotica," said Ginger. "Literotica, what's that?" I asked. "Only the best website in the world for erotic literature and the like. You should check it out," said Ginger. "I'll do that when we get back home, it sounds interesting!" I replied.

He poured oil lightly at the back of her knees, trailing the fragrant essence down to her heel then the soles of her feet. Bobby then lifted one foot then took each toe gently, rubbing the aromatherapy essence in and around each one. Gina secretly shivered in delight at the stimulation. It felt very erotic. For the first time in all these years of going to massage parlors, she felt that each of her toes were directly connected to her clit. Each time Booby circled and pressed his on her digits, Gina felt her tiny nub twitch until the heat allowed some juice to peep through her pussy lips.

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

He suggested, opening the book. "Is that where we were? Let me see." Instead of opening my own book I stood up and leaned over the table to look at his. I felt the robe open and my breasts fall forward. Max looked up and his eyes looked as if they were going to fall out of his head. His mouth opened and remained that way as he stared down my robe. I figured he could see everything right down to my pink nipples and a wave of heat flowed through me. Goddamn Richard had been right on, that was for sure.

Lira speaks. My eyes flutter between opening and closing as I try to stay conscious. “You’re incredible, baby. So responsive… so fucking delicious.” She slides down my body, kissing every inch—my cum-smeared lips, my throat, sucking marks onto my tits until I’m arching and whimpering. My body tingles, wanting more of her touch. This is unarguably the most alive I’ve been. And for a moment, I am glad that the book I’d found wasn’t some motivational book on how I needed to find my inner voice before I could find my outer one.

she said as my ass finally set her free. “If Derek and Betty would like to go first”. They got out from behind their desk and approached me. They were the older couple that I had placed in last place the week before. They placed their hands on my naked body and began to explore. Fuck it felt good, I closed my eyes giving myself in to the moment. I felt fours hands massage and caress me. They moved quickly over my skin up and down my legs, over my back and bottom. Two hands gently brushed my breasts and tenderly pinched my nipples. A hand slipped down my body to my cunt. It brushed over my neat pubic hair before a finger slowly slipped inside. I let out a small gasp of appreciation. I opened

“Oh, God! Don’t stop, please.” Chloe’s hand slid down her stomach before she could talk herself out of it. Her pajama shorts were already damp at the crotch. She pressed two fingers over the fabric and felt how swollen her clit had become. It was hot, throbbing, almost sore from how long she had been listening. Every time Damien drove into Mia, the headboard knocked the wall once. Chloe matched the rhythm, rubbing slow circles through the cotton. Her breathing turned shallow, and the room smelled faintly of her own arousal. She bit her lower lip hard enough to taste blood.

But he didn’t give me time to recover. He flipped to another page, his eyes scanning quickly before he read again, slower this time, emphasizing every crude part. “‘I dream of Levi spreading my legs wide and clamping my nipples until they’re red and swollen, then taping that vibrator to my clit while he reads my diary out loud. He makes me repeat the lines, and if I moan too much, he edges me until I’m begging to be fucked, his cock stretching my pussy wide as he pounds me without stopping.’

She wrapped her fingers around his length, feeling the heat and the pulsating throb beneath her touch. Her strokes were slow and deliberate at first, testing the waters, as she tried to gauge his reactions. El-Kharis's eyes fluttered closed, a deep moan rumbling from his chest as he luxuriated in the sensation. His hands gripped the sheets, his knuckles white as he fought to control himself. Esteria's fingers glided over him with increasing confidence, her movements becoming more assured as she felt his responses.

“Wow. Screaming my dad’s name while you finger your tight little pussy? That’s next-level thirsty, Maya.” I froze, fingers still buried deep inside my dripping cunt, face burning with embarrassment and lingering arousal. Ria walked over slowly and sat on the edge of the bed. She gently pulled my hand away from my pussy, replacing it with her own. Her fingers slid easily back inside me, picking up where I left off , withdeep, steady strokes that made fresh wetness leak out.