Erotica Writers Novels & Stories

It wasn’t much, but it was a start. “Yes. I’ll stay on the bed. I promise.” She decided to reward him by dipping her hand to her sex and stroking herself. “Don’t be too long.” His eyes flared with hunger as he watched her touch herself. She slipped two fingers into her sex and began rubbing her clit with her other hand. She imagined his cock inside of her again – and it did the trick. A fresh wave of arousal coiled through her insides, making her cunt clench up with need. Her nipples became erect, taut little pink buds which stood out perfectly from her sexy tits. ‘What on earth are you doing!!’ her wolf cried. But she adamantly refused to think.

Rita leaned in, whispering filth right against Nina’s ear. “Listen to how wet you are. He’s gonna ruin this little cunt, baby. Gonna make it so only his cock ever feels good again. You’ll be sneaking in here every night begging for it, won’t you? Begging your brother-in-law to breed his wife’s slutty little sister.” Nina came with a wail, pussy gushing around Liam’s fingers, thighs shaking so hard Rita had to hold her down. He didn’t stop. He kept licking, sucking, fingering her through it until she was sobbing from overstimulation, until another orgasm crashed through her before the first one even ended.

He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

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. "Sassy's POV" I had always been the quiet one on the fourth floor. At twenty-seven, I worked remotely as a graphic designer. I kept my curtains tightly closed and preferred the glow of my monitor to actual human interaction.

The glistening head of his cock brushed against my lower lip. “Don’t be shy pen,” he ordered softly, hand around my jaw. “Open.” My lips trembled. Shame and horror warred with the slick heat soaking my panties. I was a licensed therapist. A married woman. This was my office. But my mouth parted anyway. Jax groaned in approval and rubbed the fat, cum-smeared head across my tongue. The taste… salty, musky, mixed with the cheerleader’s spit… made my stomach twist and my clit throb at the same time.

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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..."

This is a lesbian erotica story, enjoy! “Bang!” I jump, looking behind me. My best friend, Joanna, eyes me as I stare at myself in the mirror, flipping her hair over her face. She smiles, “You do realise it’s my wedding night, right?” I turn swiftly, my hand resting on my hips as I glare at her. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” She laughs, quenching my anger instantly. “Meaning why don’t you come help me with my hair instead of primping yourself for Jimmy.”

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

“Yes! Fill Mommy’s womb again. Get me pregnant with your hot seed. I want to carry your baby while Jake has no idea what his friend has been doing to me.” Her filthy breeding talk ignited something primal in me. I fucked her even harder, the wet slapping sounds filling the enclosure. I slid two fingers into her mouth, letting her suck them sloppy and wet, then pressed one thick finger against her tight asshole. I circled it slowly while still hammering her pussy with long, powerful strokes. Elena gasped. “Put it in, baby. Finger Mommy’s ass while you stretch my cunt. I need it all.” I pushed my finger knuckle-deep inside her. She clenched hard around both my cock and finger. I pumped the fin