Erotica Written Novels & Stories

Burning lust and desire overpowered every sense of morality I had. Fuck it! I stepped closer, leaning against the doorframe, letting the robe fall open a bit more, showing the inner curve of my breast and the shadow between my thighs. “You’re really good with your hands,” I said softly. He glanced up, then back to his work. “Just doing my job, ma’am.” I smiled, moved behind him, then ran my fingers lightly down his arm. “You don’t have to be so formal. I’m lonely here all day… maybe you could help with more than the faucet.”

“Tonight. Here in the loft after we eat.” “Okay.” He pulled me close and kissed me soft. “You sure you are ready? We can stop anytime.” “I am sure. I want you to make me come hard from both holes.” He kissed my forehead. “Then tonight. I will go slow at first, lube everywhere. Make sure you are relaxed.” “Thank you.” “Tell me more about what you wrote. What else?” “I wrote about squirting, overstimulation. You pounding me until I lose count of orgasms.”

I was so wet, so soaking wet down there. As my fingers glided all over my pussy, I could hear the erotic noise my pussy lips made as I rubbed them together; as they came in contact, the squelching sounds of my pussy lips sounded so fucking sexy, the feeling was intense, it felt so good, the sensation was too much, it was mind-blowing.

“And don’t come. If you do, you start over. Understood?” I nodded. “Say it.” “Yes sir.” He watched me write. The pen trembled in my hand as I bent over the page. Every stroke felt heavier, every word dragging me deeper into the charged silence that wrapped the room around us. I will not act like a desperate little whore in my professor’s classroom. Heat pooled low in my belly. The vibrator throbbed relentlessly, pulsing against my clit, and my thighs clenched tight, trying to cage the fire that bloomed beneath my skin.

The erotica sounds of her mouth filled the space under the water, mixing with my gasps and low moans behind me. Faith free hand slid up to my throat, tilting my head back so she could bite along my neck while her hips kept rolling. "That's my girl, let her taste how wet you are," she moaned, pressing two fingers back inside me from behind even as Stella tongue sucked my front. She then pushed two fingers alongside Faith's, both of them stretching me open together. Their fingers moved in rhythm, one curling up while the other thrust deeper, scissoring inside my clenching walls. My legs shook harder. Faith adjusted her stance, spreading me wider so Stella could comfortably bury her face comple

Derick, who had no idea what I have just done. I touched my lips, then my neck, then lower—just once, through my skirt—and felt her breath catch. I grabbed my bag, got out of the car, and walked toward the apartment. I walked into the apartment still feeling Mr. Grant’s cum leak out of me with every step. Derick was on the couch in a t-shirt and sweatpants, scrolling on his phone. He looked up and smiled. “Hey, baby. Long day?” “Yeah.” I went straight to the shower, but I didn’t wash between my legs. I left his cum inside me on purpose. When I came out in just a towel, Derick was already hard. He pulled me onto the bed and kissed me like he always did—soft, familiar, safe.

Amelia sucked hard on Stephanie’s clit while her fingers worked inside her ass. She kept the rhythm steady, tongue moving faster the closer Stephanie got. Pleasure built in waves until Stephanie could barely breathe. Amelia squeezed tighter and pushed her over. Stephanie cried out, fist clenched in the sheet, body shaking. Sweat ran down her face. Amelia stayed on her, licking through the orgasm until Stephanie came against her mouth. "Wow ... you're amazing...I think I'm in love with you"

I was still draped over Nick’s chest, limp and glowing, every muscle humming from the way they’d just wrecked me. Their cum leaked slowly and warmly down my thighs, thick and sticky, a filthy reminder of how thoroughly they’d claimed me on this throne. The fairy lights twinkled lazily above us, casting red and green shadows over sweat-slick skin, the grotto still heavy with the scent of sex and pine. Marcus’s fingers traced lazy, filthy circles on my inner thigh, teasing higher each time, brushing the sticky mess between my legs. When he grazed my swollen clit, I jolted with an oversensitive gasp, hips twitching.

“Although the erotic scenes are beautifully written, the plot is hella boring.” Theo let out a deep chuckle, leaning back on the couch. “Finally, someone that gets it. I mean, it has so much potential to be a blast, right?” “Exactly,” Nico continued to flip through the book. “Sex is cool and all but it’s boring when it happens without any plot. You know what I mean?” Theo scoffed. “You mean like these p**n videos that just get into the whole thing without any prior action.” Nico watched him quietly, the corners of his lips tilted up in a small smile. “You sound like you know your game.”

The place is compared to a volcano: Whose grisly top Belched fire and rolling smoke; the rest entire Shone with a glossy scurf, undoubted sign That in his womb was hid metallic ore The work of sulphur. The “torrid clime vaulted with fire” naturally produced intense heat. The dry land is solid fire just as the lake is of liquid fire. the fiery land with the bottom of the burning Pylorus or Aetna which is torn From its base by a violent underground wind and, on catching fire, converts solid minerals into vapour and blown off rocks. What is left is a burnt surface at the bottom, all wrapped up in smoke and foul smell.