Erotiv Fiction Novels & Stories

“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.”

Now, I’m not really a sex addict, and I do have quite the healthy interest in sex and erotica, but I’m pretty sure that some of the items displayed on the shelf would make even Christian Grey from fifty shades trilogy blush. Vibrator and dildos where attached to mannequin to imitate real life penis. The vibrators were so large and thick. The mere though of that size thrusting into my tight channel had me clutching my thighs together. Fuck. I was so wet. These vibrators have white sticky liquid pouring out of it tips into a fountain at the base of the mannequin. I guess there were trying to mimic how a penis looked like while ejaculating. Other items like rubber gimp-masks, chains, whips, lea

I gripped her hips and fucked her in a steady rhythm, watching the way her body took the thick cock, the way her back arched when I angled just right. “That’s it,” I murmured. “Take it.” I picked up the pace, still controlled but harder, the harness slapping against her skin. Each thrust dragged a louder cry out of her. I reached around and found her clit, rubbing tight circles while I drove into her. Her thighs started to shake. .. .. Author's POV The meanwhile, outside the closed door of Sophia and Mary’s room, a small cluster of nuns had gathered in the dim hallway. The thick stone walls couldn’t fully muffle the sounds coming from inside...they listen to each moan

Her juices coated his cock and dripped down onto the car. "Harder," she begged, eyes glassy. "Fuck me as you hate me. Make it hurt." Hero gave her exactly that. He pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach over the hood, and slammed back into her from behind so deep she screamed. He reached around and rubbed her swollen clit roughly while he pounded her, fingers slick with her mess. "You're going to cum on your brother's car," he growled against her ear. "You're going to soak this hood with your slutty little cunt while he sits upstairs having no idea his best friend is rearranging his sister's guts."

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.

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.

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