Erotiv Fiction Novels & Stories

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.

The assigned text, Bataille’s Erotism, was a descent into philosophical darkness. It spoke of the sacred and the profane, of violence as a gateway to ecstasy, of transgression as a necessary rupture of the mundane world. Elara read it in her small apartment, her body still sore and marked from the last session, the words resonating in her bones. She understood, now, that her thesis was not merely an academic exercise. It was a lived experience, a mapping of her own violation and transcendence.

Frederick's dick was hard inside me, getting even harder every time he slid out and in again. It felt so good against my walls, giving me with sensations that mirrored the effects of excess dopamine. I didn't want him to stop, it didn't even matter that he was a villain, a psychopath that kidnapped me and threatened to kill my mother. This is a win-win situation after all. I get to fuck my stepbrother who I have wanted and craved to have since I set eyes on him, and I get to save my mother at the same time.

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.

I pulled her Away from the bed, her head hanging on the edge and Inserted my dick in her mouth, the warmth and softness that I had missed. “Take me Tory, all of me. It's all yours” I groaned thrusting deeper into her throat as she struggled between keeping the vibrator in and sucking my cock. “You little whore, don't you dare cum without making daddy cum first” I could tell it was hard but she was fighting it, And that made my cock harder. The tension kept rising and soon enough I shattered all my sperm down her throat causing her to choke a little. “Cum Tory” I commanded and felt her body shudder, her liquid filling everywhere and the scent of her wet cunt filling my nose

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I nodded lightly, and he smiled. Holding my neck and a little of my breath, he hit deep against my uterus. His cock set me on fire and made the walls of my core open for him. Everything became his. The horniness corrupted me. The fetish of being restrained, of having something rough, but controlled, left me with my head spinning and a smile in my mouth. I had never let a man do that to me. I've never had enough confidence or desire. But, fuck, Pablo was another story.