Erotica Storiea Novels & Stories

Their eyes locked and Karina knew that her own were as filled with love and desire as Chloe's were. Chloe began to tense and twitch and Karina knew she was going to come soon. She let herself go completely, allowing herself to give in to her own oncoming orgasm. Still, they held eye contact-intense, consuming, incredible-right up until the moment Chloe's orgasm tipped over and her head whipped back as she moaned loudly and erotically. The erotic sight and sound of Chloe coming, pushed Karina over the edge. Everything in the world disappeared except Chloe, and the pleasure surging in her clit.

This is something else entirely. He remembers the older staff telling stories—whispers in the breakroom, murmurs over coffee and cigarettes. Tales of guests who were out of control. Women, usually wealthy, bored, or lonely, who would proposition the staff without shame. He always thought those stories were exaggerated. Urban legends passed down between shifts to keep things interesting. But this—this is not a story. This is happening. Live. Raw. Unfiltered. And she’s not ashamed. Not even close. There’s no guilt on her face. No hesitation in her actions. Her eyes are sharp, focused only on him as if he’s the only man that exists in the universe right now.

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

she began, her thigh touching mine, "what makes you write like that? Your story was... real. It felt like you were writing about someone specific." I took a sip, the wine warm in my throat. "I guess... desires I haven't tried. Things I imagine but haven't done." My cheeks burned, but her gaze held me, urging me on. Marcus leaned forward, his voice low. "We're open-minded about desires. Life's too short to hold back, don't you think?" The air grew thick, charged with something new. Renata's hand touched my arm, light but clear. "Your story mentioned a couple," she said, her lips close to my ear. "Is that something you think about?"

She began to rock herself against Loreta's fingers, but Loreta pulled out her fingers and popped them into her mouth, licking the moist off them. “Spread your legs wide open, girl.” Loreta ordered Maya, bringing her head down to look at Maya's wet pussy. “I want to have a taste,” she said and swept her tongue across the warm pussy, giving it a good lick. Gently, she sucked on the clitoris. “Hmm, yummy.” Maya began pleading. “Please —” Not stopping the use of her tongue, Loreta inserted her fingers back into Maya's wide pussy again, fucking the girl ruthlessly.

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

She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'

Four weeks, three days and two and a half hours was the exact amount of time since he’d walked into the La Terrazza bar and fallen deep into his very first full-blown erotic obsession. He’d only gone into the place out of curiosity. He’d been working late and felt stressed out, pissed off and bored with his relatively mundane existence. La Terrazza was a notorious sexual stomping ground, and as a young man whose turn to stomp was long overdue, he’d arrived with high hopes, a genuine thirst, and the beginnings of a very nice hard-on. He’d expected glitzy people, pricey drinks and plush, slightly pervy surroundings; what he hadn’t expected was “The Weirdo’...

I want readers feel the story, not just read words. The story is also very adult, yes, maybe some people think it is too much. But for me, the erotic part is not only sex. Is feelings, is trust, is power, is danger and love together. I want readers to feel that Ria and Luca love each other, not only in kisses, but in body, in mind, in heart. Every moment of intimacy is story too, it show connection, it show how much they survive together, how much they trust each other. I hope readers feel that too.

I felt like a piece of meat in front of hungry wolves. Suddenly Vadas was in front of me, his lips pressing against mines. I stiffened in surprise. He placed one hand on my waist and another on my neck dragging me closer, deepening the kiss, asking for entrance which I granted him, enjoying the moment. Until we heard somebody clear his throat and parted, a low growl coming from him. It was Ketiri. “So I assume you like this one.” She smiled sheepishly. “Yes, pack it. I’ll write down her address” Vadas responded. Squeezing my waist.