Erotica Text Novels & Stories

It was time. I slithered past Erika's garters and put my mouth on her outer lips. They shifted in greeting, opening slightly to receive my attentions. The sweet scent of her pussy was intoxicating. Her juices tasted even better: honey and lavender, with the texture and mouthfeel of olive oil. She was soaking wet, her opening slippery and juicy. Her cunt was throbbing. I imagined my rock-hard cock sliding effortlessly inside this slick pulsing tunnel. Erika's heels drummed lightly on my back. Her thighs flexed around my neck.

What are you thinking of while you touch yourself? His texts were getting me hot as I inserted my toy inside myself. Lucas sent a text at that moment. It was a picture. The man that makes you scream: I'm thinking of you pleasuring yourself. The text read under a picture of his hand caressing his erect.ion. Olive: I'm thinking about how good it would have felt if we could have been able to finish what we started last night.

[ warning mature content] Strictly R-18 El-Kharis's eyes smoldered with a dark, irresistible desire as his voice, rough and commanding, broke the silence. "Now, it's your turn to pleasure me." Esteria's heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. She was eager to reciprocate the intense pleasure El-Kharis had given her but felt an overwhelming pressure to perform perfectly. She took a deep breath, her eyes darting over his powerful, muscular frame as he lay sprawled on the bed, his erection standing tall and firm, throbbing with need.

“Cum inside me again...please...I want to feel it dripping out of me while I walk out of here...” Marcus’s rhythm grew rougher. He released her throat and started slapping her tits lightly with each thrust, just enough to make them bounce and sting. “You’re going to walk out of my office full of my cum...” he said, voice dark. “Legs shaking...nipples hard...everyone is going to look at you and have no idea I just fucked you senseless on this desk...” “Yes...yes...do it...fill me up...” Nina cried, her voice rising. “I’m close...Marcus...I’m so close...”

“I dare you.” She texted back almost instantly, the words popping up on my screen like a challenge. “Come on, you don't think he's good in bed?” I replied, my thumbs moving frantically as I followed him down the quiet hallway. “How long do you think I could last?” “Let's see... maybe thirty minutes,” she typed back, and I could practically hear her laughing through the phone. “I bet he's a one-hour guy. Let's give him a try. I can't wait to feel his tongue on my clit. I'm so fucking wet, Natasha.” My heart raced as I hit send, the words a mix of bravado and genuine desire.

but instead she rubbed her gigantic tits on his face, and stroked his cock at the same time. She created perfect sensual friction that caused Light to close his eyes, stand still, and let himself be pleasantly tortured. Lexi inhaled as much sexual energy as she could from Light from this action. Many centuries of practice had enlightened her on the fact that this was the quickest method to make a straight man cum. The sexual energy emanated from humans produces testosterone in Sex Demons. That was why Lexi and her husbands preferred to consume the sexual energies of attractive and freaky humans only. Where can you find those? Of course, on the dark web.

Succubus fluid could be used as a sexual aphrodisiac. “That must be rather unpleasant,” Emma mused. “He is in constant agony, but his pain is my pleasure,” Terra said. She laid on her back and spread her legs exposing her smooth gleaming pussy while grabbing the man’s leash. “Fuck me like you really want water!” The man had to use his hips to guide his cock into the creature’s fleshy folds because his hands were tightly bound behind his back. It took him some moments to slide his shaft into the Terra’s pussy and when he did, he moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

His hand, large and warm, found the small of my back, a seemingly innocent touch that ignited an inferno within me. The heat, a molten wave of pure sensation, spread like wildfire from the point of contact, consuming me, radiating outward, permeating every vein, every delicate nerve ending. It was an erotic current, potent and intoxicating, making my breath catch, my skin prickle with an urgent, desperate need. I swayed into him, a willing captive, utterly lost in the inferno he had conjured with a single, devastating touch.

God, I was pathetic. Kai (or whoever the hell was texting me tonight) had been edging me for three straight days with nothing but filthy messages. No release. Just “slow circles on that pretty clit, baby, but don’t you dare cum” followed two hours later by “three fingers deep, fuck yourself like I would, then stop right there you greedy little whore.” My pussy was so swollen it hurt to even look at. I’d finally snapped. My right hand moved in lazy, torturous circles around my clit, slick as hell from the hour I’d already been teasing myself.

His lips found the sensitive skin of my neck, sucking a mark right below my ear. “No one has to know,,” he whispered into my ear, his voice a low, vibrating sin. “Just a secret. Just once. I’m so hard for you right now, I can barely breathe.” He traced his tongue up to my earlobe, licking it slowly. I shivered, my head falling back. “Eva doesn’t have a single sex bone in her body,” he muttered, his hands sliding down to my waist. “She’s all career and wedding plans. She doesn’t look at me the way you do. She doesn’t make me feel like this.”