Erotica Text Novels & Stories

I cried out louder than before as mind-numbing pleasure flooded my senses. I felt the heat and texture of his tongue as it began lapping at my love juices. EROS caressed the tip of his tongue along my wet slit, licking it up and down while I cried out in my desperate attempt to stay sane. I prayed that the room was either really soundproof or that there was no one outside to hear all the lewd sounds that I was making. “Suck my cock, Elena…” EROS demanded with his face still buried in between my widely spread legs.

She tempted him even more. She approached the pole and glued her throbbing jewel between her thighs. She didn't know, but it seemed like that part was starting to get wet while she was doing what she was doing. She held on to the pole and rubbed herself, especially the lower body on the cold pole. It's like she's having sex there. The man scooped up all the contents of the glass and placed it on the table next to him. One of his fingers was already on his lip and he was holding it while staring at what she was doing. She suddenly turned around and rubbed her legs up to both thighs.

ARC 27: VELVET CUFFS TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains explicit taboo erotica, public risk, under-table foot play, bathroom sex, rough oral, forced deepthroating, degradation, CNC elements and graphic sexual content.. Mature readers only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to dark fiction ------- Kailani's pov Sarah's hands digs into my side for the hundredth time this evening trying to get my attention But I can’t tear my eyes off the corner where Red is practically fucking that girl in front of everyone.

"Just feel. Don't think. Tonight is about sensation. About pleasure. About giving this gorgeous body everything it deserves." More hands now — on my calves, my thighs, my arms. Different textures, different temperatures, different pressures. I can't tell how many there are, can't track who's touching where. It's overwhelming, disorienting, and unbelievably erotic. "When's the last time someone worshipped you, Elena?" The deep voice asks. "When's the last time someone took the time to explore every inch of your body?" "I don't... I can't remember..." "Then let's remind you."

She had lived and been brought up among those whose extravagant lifestyle allowed them to experiment with sensuality, refining it, glorifying it: the touch of cruelty, the hint of mystery, the realisation that a shiver of fear could give an adrenaline rush as fierce as a snort of amyl nitrate. Tayte controlled himself with an effort. He moved away from her and lay flat on his back on the straw. Now it was Armina’s turn to be mouthed. He held up his arms and she slipped between them, thighs spread open, a knee each side of his body. She still wore her white shirt. The buttons were undone all the way down, breasts jutting from the opening. Tayte supported her above him, examining those tip-til

hardening under the thin top. "I don't even know your name," I whispered, my voice raw, even as my thighs parted just a fraction, the breeze teasing my exposed wetness. "Luca." He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "And you're not just curious, you're desperate. Let me show you what you've been missing, bella. Better than that solo tease. I'll make you come so hard, you'll forget he's even upstairs." The taboo thrill made my skin flush, the distant waves crashing in rhythm with my heartbeat. "This is wrong," I murmured, yet I didn't move when his fingers grazed my thigh, light as a feather, tracing upward toward the edge of my bikini, sparking fi

Van's fingers dug into her hips, his grip bruising as he held her in place, his cock sliding deeper with each thrust. "You like it rough, don't you, mama?" he grunted, his breath ragged with exertion and desire. Camila's body trembled, her muscles clenching around them, the sensations overwhelming. She moaned, a long, drawn-out sound of pure ecstasy, her head thrown back, her hair spilling down her back as she found herself in the highest cloud of ecstacy. Andrew, still stroking himself, moved closer, his dark eyes glinting with lust. "Look at you, so fucking beautiful," he said, "Our little whore."

“You know what? Why don’t you bend me over the desk? I want to feel this cock even deeper.” Marcus nodded eagerly and pulled out. Elena slid off the desk, spun around, and shoved her fat, juicy ass toward him. Every little movement made her cheeks jiggle softly, the sight so hypnotic that Marcus gulped hard, his cock twitching visibly. She bent forward over the desk, laying her upper body flat against the wood. Her thick thighs spread wide, ass pushed back invitingly, pussy glistening and ready for him. When nothing happened, she glanced back over her shoulder and saw Marcus just standing there, eyes locked on her fat ass like he was hypnotized.

His touch was all I needed. My hungry hole ached for more. My fingers were not filling me enough. I let out a low growl before withdrawing my hands. Fuck Daniel, I sighed. Before my hands were enough. The images of my men from erotica were enough. Now nothing felt good enough. I sat up and opened the drawer beside my bed. My eyes fell on a vibrator—black, thick, and long. My fingers curled around it before taking it out. I leaned back into the mattress, bending my knees and parting my legs.

He liked knowing that Zach did show some interest towards his attractive points. “What common phrases have you come across in erotica for the male body?” he asked. “Toned abdominal muscles, taut skin stretched across bulging muscles, throbbing manhood,” Zach reeled off quickly. The billionaire snorted. As the CEO of a publishing company, he had read his fair share of the erotica coming out of the company and those phrases were certainly common. Erotica was the most profitable genre at the moment for the company. “Of course. How likely is it that the female lead has messy hair?”