Eroticas Novels & Stories

I whispered as planted a series of soft kisses down my neck to between my shoulders, then worked his way back and forth. Taking his hands, I brought them around to my breasts, "Hands and lips, honey, keep everything moving, and use everything you have." I ground back into his cock, "Even this, rub against me, and let that girl feel how bad you want her." Cupping my tits and stroking my nipples, Max worked his hips, sliding his cock along my back and I could feel his pre cum dripping down my skin. My hips moved back into him and my clit was throbbing to the point I was ready to whimper the way he had.

Thirteen Months Ago-JANUARY 11th, 2025 The cemetery in Daisy Field was a graveyard of repressed desires, shielded by a sea of black umbrellas and the heavy Florida humidity. Bethany Evers stood at the grave's edge, her hips swaying with a grace that suggested she was mourning a lover rather than a priest. She daintily dabbed at her eyes as Sister Patrice wailed a hymn, but her focus was elsewhere. She adjusted her push-up bra, hoisting her generous breasts upward the moment she caught her ex-boyfriend Rupert looking. She wanted everyone to know that while the holy Father was dead, the town harlot was very much alive.

My cock hardened fully under their combined attention, standing thick and heavy against my stomach as they deliberately avoided touching it directly. For what felt like hours, they took turns using their mouths, fingers, and a selection of smooth, vibrating toys they had brought aboard. Victoria’s tongue traced slow circles around the head of my cock, never quite taking me in fully, while Elena’s fingers massaged my balls and pressed gently against the sensitive spot behind them. Lila used a small vibrating wand on my nipples and along the underside of my shaft, the low buzz sending sparks of pleasure through me that built gradually but never quite tipped me over the edge.

“You want me to...” He nodded. “Suck your nipple. Suck it as if I were there.” I lifted one breast, bending down slightly, and allowing my tongue to circle my nipple. Within seconds, it was hard against my tongue. I sucked, flicking my tongue across both my nipples and around my areolas. An electric sensation coursed through my body as I slipped my hand between my thighs, stroking my already-sensitive clit. “Tell me what you’re doing,” he asked between ragged breaths as he stroked his dick, now visible, its head shiny and coated with a generous amount of precum. “Tell me.”

“Move. Fuck me hard.” They found a rhythm quickly. Kane thrust into her pussy with powerful, deep strokes while David fucked her ass in counterpoint. The feeling of both cocks moving inside her, separated only by a thin wall, drove Elena wild. She rocked back to meet every thrust, her full breasts swinging heavily beneath her, nipples brushing the table with each jolt.

C18 – KISS AND LESSON They both turned. A woman stood at the entrance. Slender, in a tight red dress that left little to the imagination. She had dark hair and smiled as if she knew every one of Eros's secrets. "Hello, Valentina. Good to see you," Eros said in a casual tone, placing a hand on Lucy's waist. Valentina Taylor was a trafficker. Known in the underworld for moving weapons, diamonds, and dirty favors to the highest bidder. She'd had a brief romance with Eros in the past—but it ended when she, in a moment of weakness, confessed she'd fallen in love with him.

Two: some small, traitorous part of me hadn't stopped thinking about what he'd said since he said it or about the two seconds after I fell, when neither of us had moved. I sat back down at my laptop, stared at the same flat, lifeless paragraph for a long time, and then before I could talk myself out of it opened a new tab. My cursor sat blinking in the search bar for almost a full minute before I typed the question: does an erotic writer need experience before writing? I deleted it. Typed it again. This time I hit search.

"I have to get back to work, Miss Ersa." The woman with the stinging perfume stopped in front of me. Her face is right in front of my chest. By bending her head left and right; What exactly does she want? "Can we meet again, Director Eros? I know you have a lover. But there are many men out there who have more than one lover. Could you be one of them?" Another snake lady likes Siska. However, Ersa is more honest because she expresses her desire through movement and her eyes' flirtatious gaze. I know he doesn't want love, it's just intercourse. "I'm not one of them." Happy Reading

I scoff loudly at him “bullshit” “If he wants to marry her off, am here sitting ready to marry her?”, never, not in this eternity. “You never know what is waiting infront of you in eternity Ethan..., believe me or not am feeling this thing”. “What if the red roses are just a mistake?”, I ask him speaking a possibility. He scoff at it and said “she is a floral goddess for fucks sake”. “whatever”, I say rolling my eyes. “By the way who is the man you locked in dungeon?”, lucas asks.

Her face had gone purple and her moans were more of sobs now but Eros couldn't care less, all he wanted was to get satisfied. After pounding her to his satisfaction, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and she swallowed the excessive saliva and smiled, waiting for more instructions. Eros went toward the nightstand and took a sachet of condom that lay there, tore it, and slid it onto his hardness. The whore was still kneeling by the edge of the bed, anticipating more. He grabbed the whip by the foot of the bed and stared at her naked body for a while. She had butterfly and rose tattoos crested on each of her breasts. Her nipples and belly button were pierced. She had ligature marks all over h