Erotiv Fiction Romane & Geschichten

My thighs pressed together on instinct, but it was already too late. A slick rush of wetness flooded my panties, hot and sudden, soaking the delicate lace until it clung to my swollen fold. My clit pulsed hard, as if his voice had whispered the command straight against my skin. God. I was dripping. Just from an email. Just from the knowledge that the most explicit thing I’d ever written...forty-three pages of raw, shameless fantasy...was now sitting in his inbox. I had submitted the wrong file. On Monday night I’d been running on cold coffee and three hours of sleep, watching a course submission portal count down the last two minutes before the deadline.

The dick was hard and aching, engorging faster than it should have been. My head began to swim. "Let me take care of that for you, a buff daddy for the night?" Something in his words and his eyes caused everything to finally dawn unto me. The bastard had spiked my drink. He must have slipped some kind of aphrodisiac into the glass when he came to the counter before without a doubt. "I know you'll fuck me so good," he moaned as his hands came to cup my prick. Fury consumed me. "Fuck off!" I bellowed, slapping his hands away and standing abruptly.

Introduction: In the hot, hazy summer of a small town, an eighteen-year-old nerd accidentally enters a forbidden world of desire that will change his life forever. He is stuck in a house full of tension and unspoken anger, and he can't stop thinking about the one woman he shouldn't want—his beautiful, curvy mother. When a heated argument starts a fire of raw, wild desire, their relationship turns into a secret dance of seduction and surrender. In the back of a minivan, where they can steal glances and whisper secrets, they cross a line that ties them together in a web of forbidden love. This is a story about love, guilt, and the thrilling thrill of giving in to what is wrong. Every touch is

Hot ropes painted my walls, flooding me full, leaking out around him with each pulse. The warmth triggered me, pussy convulsing, milking every drop, squirting again messy on the carpet. We panted, his weight pinning me, cock still twitching inside. He pulled out slow, cum gushing down my thighs thick and sticky. "Look at that creampie. Ruined for your husband." I collapsed on the desk, body humming, aftershocks rippling. But my eyes flicked to his cock—still semi-hard, glistening with us. "Evans... fuck I want more?"

My heart hammered against my ribs. The order was degrading, obscene. And it set a fire in my belly. I leaned forward, closing the distance. The first touch of my tongue to the cool, wet wood was salt and bitterness and him. I moaned, the sound involuntary, vibrating against the desk. I licked a slow, deliberate stripe through the spill, gathering it into my mouth. The act was so submissive, so filthy, that it coiled heat low in my core. I could feel Jonathan’s seed trickling from inside me, a parallel intimacy.

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

This is probably the definition of pathetic. But I don’t care. I press his shirt to my face, breathing in his scent, and slide my hand between my legs. I’m already wet. I’ve been wet since I jumped into his arms this afternoon. The ache between my thighs is almost painful now. I circle my clit with my fingers, slow at first, imagining it’s his hand. Imagining him touching me, those rough callused fingers on my skin. “Damon,” I whisper into his shirt. My fingers move faster. I imagine him here, in my bed, those storm-gray eyes dark with lust. Imagine him spreading my legs and putting his mouth on me. Imagine his tongue…

Our bodies frenzied, twisting to satisfy each other, faster and faster as our bodies tightened in anticipation of the explosion. “Ohhh…. Yes…. Fuck…. Yes….” Margot grunted as she drove her clit into mine, pushing for her body to cum. “Fuck that clit, baby. Harder! Grind that clit harder!” I was panting as my clit finally reached its goal and my body exploded in a raft of spasms and tingles. Margot came too, her cunt squirting that delicious nectar of fluid all over my pussy, dribbling down and soaking the quilt. We slowed our clits rubbing together, moving gently whilst our racing hearts calmed, relishing in the euphoria as we came down from the cloud nine.

The whole day had been hectic. I took out a bottle of wine and poured myself some. I dropped onto the cushions, remote in hand, and flicked on the TV. Mindless noise to fill the silence. I scrolled through channels, news, reruns, some late night talk shows until I landed on a movie. One of those erotic thrillers, the kind with dim lighting and heavy breathing. I almost changed it, but the scene caught me. A woman alone in a lavish room, silk robe slipping off her shoulder, her hand trailing down her body as soft music swelled.

Amanda lay sprawled across the living-room rug, body slick with sweat and cum, chest heaving as the five men circled her like predators who’d already tasted blood. Diego’s massive cock was still half-hard, glistening with her juices and his own release; Tyler’s curved shaft twitched at the sight of her ruined holes leaking thick white ropes down her inner thighs. Kelvin, Jace, and Marcus stroked themselves lazily—cocks shiny, veins pulsing, ready for round three, four, whatever it took to break her completely.