Erotlc Stories Novels & Stories

I was traveling thousands of miles, leaving my oblivious wife at home, to fuck a young girl I had met online because she enjoyed the stories I wrote. If you asked me why I started writing and publishing erotica on Literotica, I do not believe I could give you a full and satisfactory answer. I had been reading the site for some years, had an idea for a story that I wrote out and, after a very short time hemming and hawing, published it.

WARNING : This is a collection of short erotic stories. It is extremely explicit, raw and unfiltered. Not suitable for readers under 18. Step into a world where every shade of temptation comes alive. Where obsession feels like love, and ruin feels like pleasure. Every tale drags you into a secret desire, a toxic attraction. Where heroines love being ravaged, and still beg for more. Stepdads who claim what they desire while mom is away or sleeping. Dominant piano tutor who turns practice into breathless, handcuffed restraint, and a junior brother who blackmailed their sisters into a threesome.

Hot cum erupts inside me, flooding my pussy in thick spurts. He groaned, his body shuddering over mine, his cock softened slowly, still buried in me, he pulled out slowly our mixed release leaking out and he collapsed beside me on bed. "Fuck Melissa...." He grunted with his eyes closed. I closed my eyes also, trying to calm my racing heart from the orgasm I just had. I felt Lucian snuggle closer to me. His hand went to my waist and pulled me close to him. "I'm tired, Lucain." I mumbled, thinking he was pulling me in for another round.

Jack growled, stepping up into my space. He reached into a heavy leather bag on his workbench and pulled out a solid, polished steel cock ring. With a single, forceful shove, he snapped the cold metal ring tightly around the base of my shaft and balls, locking my erection into a throbbing, agonizing trap. I let out a sharp gasp as an intense, suffocating pressure shot straight to my core. The steel was merciless—I couldn't ejaculate if I begged for it. My pleasure was locked away, firmly under his control.

“Taking my fingers like a greedy little slut right here on the rooftop. Anyone could walk around this corner and see me ruining your tight cunt.” Her dirty words sent a fresh gush of wetness down my thighs. I clenched hard around her fingers, my legs trembling. Lena removed her hand from my mouth and grabbed my throat instead, squeezing just enough to make my eyes roll back. “You like that, don’t you? Being my secret whore.” She leaned in and bit my bottom lip hard. “Say it.” “I… I like it,” I moaned. “I’m your secret whore.” “Good girl.” She dropped to her knees right there in the shadows, yanking my dress up to my waist. In one rough motion she ripped my panties down my legs and shoved the

“Raymond, please let me cum this time. . ." But he pulled back just as her orgasm began to build. "What's wrong with you?" Lara cried. Raymond stood up and turned her around. He lifted her skirt even higher and pulled her panties down to her ankles. “Beg for it, Professor,” he taunted as he slid three fingers in. “Tell your student how badly you need.” Lara moaned louder. Her hips pushed back against his hand. Her pussy clenched tightly around his thrusting fingers. “Please. Don’t stop this time. I need it so bad. . ."

But I decided that perhaps I didn't know everything about Michael, especially his sexual likes and dislikes, so after he left for school the next morning, I returned to his laptop, and this time I checked his favourites. Most were game sites, but there were three Literotica addresses, as well as a pantyhose site. The first Literotica page was simply a list of new stories updated each day, the second was the top incest stories by score, but the third was one that gave me lots of information about my son's kinks. It was a search engine with the following tags: mom, son, and submission.

“I don’t want to stop touching you like this. Not for them. Not for anyone.” Maya’s thumb moved in a slow circle against Lila’s skin. “Same.” They had started the account eight months ago. At first it was just photos—matching lingerie, close-ups of hands on thighs, the kind of soft stuff that paid the rent. Then the messages started asking for more. Videos. The two of them together. Real sex. Lila had been the one to say yes first. Maya had taken three days to answer. Now they filmed twice a week. Full scenes. Nothing held back. Subscribers paid monthly to watch the twins who looked exactly alike fuck each other on camera. No one in their real life knew. Not their parents. Not their friends

I said to Ginger, as I slipped my hands under her nightshirt and felt her bare ass with both of my hands. "Right, they don't know about our sapphic love affairs yet," said Ginger. "Sapphic, I like that word. Why have we not used it before?" I asked. "Probably because I only just learned it last week while reading a story on Literotica," said Ginger. "Literotica, what's that?" I asked. "Only the best website in the world for erotic literature and the like. You should check it out," said Ginger. "I'll do that when we get back home, it sounds interesting!" I replied.

I closed my eyes as I poured my spurted seeds on her abdomen. I exhaled, slowly laying down beside her and trying to regain my lost energy. After a while, I turned on the light and dragged my feet to the bathroom. I emerged from the bathroom with a towel, moving close to Elena's motionless body to clean her up. My jaws dropped in bewilderment as I looked at her thigh. She had a scar on her lap, not just a scar, but a different type of scar. The scar flickered some memories of that night at Concave Bar 3 years ago.