Erptic Fiction Novels & Stories

Shaking my head, I held out my hand for Grace and helped her get up. “Thank you,” I nodded. “I’m sorry but I can’t come. And if you want to fuck, you can choose from my friends to have their cocks fill in your cunt. I don’t fuck twice.” Then I walked away to go to my car. I massaged my forehead then stalked Erica again. I noticed that all of her pictures characterized her as a prim and proper lady, her clothes were perfectly fit on her body, it was so good, alluring, and addicting but not to the point that you will lust over her.

There was an odd swear word in it but it seemed right for the context'. 'Did it turn you on?' I asked simply. Julia now flushed bright red and did not answer. 'Your face tells me that it did. I'm glad, which is what it's supposed to do. Did it offend you?' 'No. How could a lovely story like that offend me?' she asked in return. 'What better definition of erotic writing do you want. Something that is not offensive but is a turn on both mentally and physically' 'Do you think that that story is true?'

Dave juxtaposed the picture next to me rubbing his hug meat with my painted nails. I looked my hand and saw the painted nails going up and down and I began falling into the fantasy. It helped that my hands were already kind of girly, not like Dave's thick man fingers. Dave's cock was so hard and manly and that picture of Nicole was so slutty. It was making me so horny. When my other hand was finished having the nails painted I eagerly began to rub Dave's cock with both hands.

“You had a book about those the day I first met you.” His posture seemed to straighten ever so slightly the moment I said that, as if he were surprised I remembered that detail. “That’s right, I suppose I did.” “What else did it say? Was it a book of folklore?” Eric sighed. “It… was an old book, and very outdated—to the point that I’m not entirely sure how much of it was true or not. I wish I could sate that curiosity, but…” he hesitated, “I would do you a great disservice to spread something that might be wrong.” He thrummed his fingers against the table. “If it’s history you want, perhaps I could interest you in the legend of the Moon Goddess, or… or maybe the alpha king who was cursed by

Arric's fingers trailed up her inner thighs. "Beef sausages with pancakes and coffee … lots of coffee…" he rasped. Eirika felt his fingers slip under her very wet panties to trace her opening. "I will like that too…" she replied breathlessly. "You can't have coffee though…" "Maybe milk?" she whispered. Arric's fingers stroked her clit and slowly slipped into her. Her chest heaved as she took in a sharp breath and unconsciously widened her kegs further for him.

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.

Eric said as he pinned Rita to the wall again, inhaling her sweet fragrance. “What do you say? You and I.. shall we make some babies? You had always wanted to have my babies,” he said, pushing himself against her roughly. Rita felt anger flare up in her heart. She was very much aware of the hard thing poking her stomach but instead of the tingles she felt with Chris, she was utterly disgusted. ‘What the hell did I see in this guy?’ She thought in her head as she raised her knee, hitting Eric’s crotch without warning.

Way too f**king long. Eric pushed his curtain back, revealing his long cock. She watched him stroke himself for several minutes, his fingers wrapped around his flesh, drawing up and down its length with gentle, fast strokes. She strained her ears to hear the sounds of flesh on flesh and the excited hitch in his breath. She had the sudden urge to want to come with him. She opened her legs again and stroked her clit with the same rhythm he used. She decided watching the look on his face was almost as sexy as watching his hand slide over his cock, almost as sexy as thinking about it between her lips. She sucked on the fingers of her free hand, wanting him in her mouth, wondering what his cum wo

He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.