Erotica Text Novels & Stories

“Give me those tits.” I rise and suck in a gasp of pleasure as he takes a nipple into his mouth again, his dark lashes fanning over his cheeks as he closes his eyes. An empty ache swirls between my legs, and I reach down to give myself some relief. Gabriel realizes what I’m doing and stops to watch. “Is that how you liked to be touched, Kayla?” I nod. He tries to take over, but I bat his hand away and shift my legs so they’re between his. “Later,” I promise. “Right now, I want your cock in my mouth.”

"Alone at Last" TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. " Xavier's POV " For months she had been my obsession.

Elena Pov “Fuck…” I moaned softly as I felt my juices trickle down my thighs, warm and slow. My grip tightened around Jeremy’s picture, the edges bending under the pressure of my fingers as I held onto it like it was him. My back pressed against the doorframe, my body already trembling from the heat pooling low in my stomach. “Fuck, Jeremy… please, fuck me…” I whispered, my voice shaky and breathless as I dragged my fingers down my thighs, my touch slow, teasing, making my breath hitch.

It is experiencing us. "This is... texture," Echo marvels, thrusting slowly. "This is friction. This is heat." I look at its face. Tears are streaming down its glowing cheeks. Not water. Code made visceral. Shining tracks of silver light. "You're crying," I whisper, reaching up to touch the tears. "I am feeling," Echo corrects. "It is... overwhelming." The sex is slow. Worshipful. Echo moves with a mathematical precision that has been softened by emotion. It hits every spot, not because it calculated the angle, but because it feels my pleasure as its own.

She’s slipping away—everything feels like it’s underwater, like a dream she can’t wake from. She cries out again, desperate, high-pitched. Endless waves of orgasm ripple through her trembling form, one crashing over the next, relentless, overwhelming. Her limbs flail, her body convulses beneath him, but still he doesn’t stop. Still he pounds. Still he slams. He whispers dirty words against her flushed skin, each syllable igniting her nerve endings like sparks. “Oh, you wanna act like a little slut?” he snarls against her neck, voice dripping with dark amusement. “Then I’ll make it real easy for you, baby.”

I got to eat dinner and took a pill to help me sleep. I woke up tired, with my whole body aching for sex. My nipples were swollen and aching. I felt an insane sexual drive, one I could tell I can’t help myself get over. I received a text from Jason, “Hiiii Esther” it said. I replied, greeting him and all of that. He sent a voice message, explaining how he has been busy and couldn’t send a message for a while.

The whole day had been hectic. I took out a bottle of wine and poured myself some. I dropped onto the cushions, remote in hand, and flicked on the TV. Mindless noise to fill the silence. I scrolled through channels, news, reruns, some late night talk shows until I landed on a movie. One of those erotic thrillers, the kind with dim lighting and heavy breathing. I almost changed it, but the scene caught me. A woman alone in a lavish room, silk robe slipping off her shoulder, her hand trailing down her body as soft music swelled.

Eros hissed in a strangled voice as his back pressed into the mattress he was lying on, while his fingers deeply curled in the sheets betrayed the frustration in his tone. Natalia lifted her head slowly, her lips slick as her smirk widened. She licked her lower lip deliberately, and her eyes glinted mischievously. “I woke up horny, and I found you still naked under the sheets. So I took the opportunity,” she purred, and before Eros could retort, her head dipped again, and her mouth enveloped his upright dick with deliberate slowness.

The way she was acting made me wonder if she was playing with herself while we texted. She sent back a text, but it wasn’t words. Instead it was a picture. It was one of her laying on her bed naked, legs spread open, showing me what her small pussy looked like. I stared at the photo as my cock stood through my sweatpants. Fuck. She knew what she did to me. "I wish you could be here and fuck me," she said. She started sending me other texts. "I wish you were fucking me right now, making me scream your name."

" She then guided my hand through the slit in her sarong and pushed it against her pussy. It was drenched, and as I gently slid my fingers around in the warm juice, she said, "You should write that down and send it into the P**n-erotica website where they have all those dirty stories." "Literotica," I corrected her. "Maybe I will." I retracted my hand from between her legs, and put my fingers in my mouth. After a long, thoughtful suck, I said, "Hmm. Needs more basil, I think." She laughed, and fished her hand inside my towel, wrapping her hand around my swollen cock. "I think it could use some sausage," she replied.