Erotica Text Novels & Stories

Antonio’s kiss on her neck lingered, and the hands he wrapped around her waist seemed to be there even without his presence. “What am I suddenly…feeling this way….”. She opened her eyes and exhaled hotly. She could feel the wetness overflowing and her clits drumming and kicking for a touch. “Not now, this…this…is bad…should I?” She sat up and looked down. “I have to keep myself busy and my mind away from any erotic thoughts”. She walked to her small bookshelf and found a novel by a talented writer, CAROLUCHY. Unfortunately, it was an erotica novel. Doris gave it to her as a birthday gift years ago, and she never opened it, the deceit there is the title didn’t hint on the nature of the novel.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from him, captivated by his allure and magnetism. He stepped closer, his gaze intense and unwavering, sending shivers down my spine. I felt a primal urge stirring deep within me, an undeniable craving for his touch. And as he reached out to me, closing the distance between us, I knew that I was about to embark on an unforgettable journey of passion and ecstasy with the man I loved more than anything in this world. "Ohhh f*ck, Lara, your hands feel so good on my crotch!" His moans filled the room as I slowly caressed his groin, eliciting a response of increasing urgency from him with each stroke.

Ero **** on the first date she confided in me i have a chromosomal disorder, disorder, disorder i need love and pain strangely mixed together my elixirs i suffer reality distoooorrtions a ghastly Vatican of ****** compulsions my soul is black matter my **** a seething cauldron of despicable desire my *** cries for homicidal cruelty mold me into a ******* fold me like a two dollar beach chair the wrong way tear me to bits unwind my intestine eat me like a blood ******* ghoul make me squirm like an anime victim i thought oh finally a soul mate with soul strange as a Dionysian mad hatter on hallucinogenics hot girl creeping grimacing at me meandering conjurations by ****** contortions stunning

She shuddered, crying out Lena's name as waves of ecstasy ripped through her, chasing away the remnants of hurt. But Lena wasn't done. She withdrew her fingers, slick with Teresa's cum, and brought them to Teresa's lips. "Taste yourself." Teresa sucked them clean, the musky flavor mixing with Lena's gaze—cold, yet burning with possessive affection. Lena shifted, grinding her own dripping pussy against Teresa's thigh, seeking her release. "Your turn to make me feel good. Touch me."

"That's your labia minora. They protect this lovely little hole right here." I stifled a moan as he teased his fingertip along my entrance. "That feels good." "I know," he said. "You're already starting to get wet." "Well, I need to, don't I?" I asked. "So you can look for the ghosts." "Right," he said. "The ghosts. But it'll take a lot more, uh, internal lubrication to properly examine you. Now, natural lubrication would likely be more effective, but I could grab some of the gel we use for—"

My fingers slipped inside, through soft curls, and found a scorching, drenched heat. "Keep going," I breathed, my middle finger sliding through her slick folds, circling her entrance. "Nicholas... Nick... don't... I mean..." But her protest was weak, her body arching into my touch. "Keep talking. Tell me how to make her come." "You can... talk to her... tell her she tastes good, that you love it... mash your tongue onto her clit... pulse it in time with your fingers... keep doing that... just like that... yes..."

He withdraws his tongue and holds my crazily erect nipple between his teeth, biting and gently grazing it, leaving me with a dipping heartbeat. I can't help but shut my eyes in pleasure, my fingers still clinging to the desk. I can feel my own wetness drenching my panties, and it is making me crave for him more than ever. I cannot believe that this is actually happening after months of thinking about it and fantasizing about my professor. It feels like a dream, and even if it is, I never want to wake up from it.

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Ryder and Luca painted my back and breasts with hot ropes of cum. I collapsed onto the couch, a trembling, cum-drenched mess. My pussy throbbed, red and swollen, thighs sticky, lips puffy and sore. Every inch of me ached in the most delicious way. Zane stroked my hair almost gently, his voice low and satisfied. “Good girl, Scarlet. You took all of us so well.” I lay there panting, mind fuzzy with lingering pleasure and shock. What have we done? But as their hands soothed my skin and they pulled me into a warm, tangled pile of bodies, a dark, secret part of me knew I’d crave this forbidden trap again.

I muttered. Ethan reached into his pocket. Took out a simple black card with only a phone number on it and pressed it into my hand. "Take this. If you wake up tomorrow and your pussy is still throbbing and empty, text me. I'll come fuck you whenever you want." He smiled. I stared at the card trying to catch my breath. "What if I don't text you?" He leaned close, his breath hot against my ear. He started rubbing my clit again with slow teasing circles. "Then you'll spend the night with your fingers deep in that cum-filled pussy moaning my name and wishing it was my cock. Would that be enough to satisfy you?”