Erotica Readings Novels & Stories

The central dancer’s areolas were large and dark red matching her parted lips. Tremor of desire rolled off the stage into the room in thick heavy clouds sweeping at patrons not sparing any corner. Ada heard a strangled moan from a booth plunged into darkness. A young unmated female Gamma had an omega bent over the table, fingers deep inside her building those moans. The sight combined with the music and darkness of the room was erotic. The omega’s eyes were rolling into her head as she desperately pushed her hips against Gamma’s fingers.

“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.

I nodded, breath hitching as he slid one thick finger inside me. “Read tonight’s first vow,” he said, nodding toward the notebook beside us. “While I get you ready for my cock.” My hand trembled as I reached for it and opened to the newest page. “I vow… to crave your touch even when I’m supposed to be working for her,” I read, voice breathy. “To let you use my body as your secret outlet… until the guilt only makes me wetter.” Lucas groaned softly and added a second finger, pumping them deep and steady while his thumb worked my clit.

"It's a...solid choice. “How about you?” I asked, turning to face him. “What's yours?” “Well… I read a lot of books and finding a favourite among them has become almost impossible because they all stand out differently.” “Impressive.” I smiled. “Do you read erotica?” he asked, as he halted his steps and turned to face me. My heart skipped. Not because of the genre but because of how he said it. The tone he used was… dangerous. “Well…. I… most of the time.” I stammered.

Lena leaned over her, breath hot on her neck, whispering, "Come for me. Soak my hand." The command tipped her over. Orgasm crashed through Teresa, her walls spasming, milking Lena's fingers as she cried out, body shuddering against the desk. Juices squirted slightly, wetting Lena's wrist, the release leaving her limp and panting. But Lena didn't stop immediately; she slowed the thrusts, drawing out the aftershocks until Teresa whimpered from overstimulation.

“Always.” Erotica 2.