Erptic Fiction Novels & Stories

He flashed a bright, dangerous smile and added, “Don’t worry. From now on, we won’t take any days off. We’ll follow your little erotica novel’s schedule exactly.” A chill crawled up my spine. Something felt very, very wrong…

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.

Ryder wasn't just using his tongue, he was conducting a symphony of filth against her nerve endings. They were buried deep under the thick, weighted duvet, a private cavern that smelled of sweat, salt, and the heavy, metallic musk of her own relentless arousal. The heat was stifling, the oxygen thin, but Ruth-Ann didn't care. She felt like a goddess atop a throne of sin, her body vibrating with a raw, electric hunger that five hours of climaxing hadn't even begun to sate.

I continued to lick, knowing that she would cum soon. She didn't disappoint me. Within a few moments, a stream of fluid began to flow from inside of her. I backed away and furiously rubbed her clit with my hand. The stream of fluid became a torrential downpour as my fingers touched her in just the right way. She had her eyes squeezed shut tightly as the fluid squirted from within her young body. As the leak slowed to just a dribble, she opened her eyes briefly. "Nobody's ever done this to me before. You're amazing," she gasped, before her eyes rolled back into her head. I continued to rub, and suddenly another rush of liquid poured out of her as her body seized with pleasure.

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"Oh god, you feel so good. So fucking good." He reached around, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing and circling, pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building, my body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Come for me, Emma," Damien commanded, his voice a low growl. "Come all over my cock." I keened, my body convulsing as I rode the wave of pleasure, my orgasm crashing over me in a rush of sensation. Damien continued to fuck me, his movements unrelenting, drawing out my pleasure until I was a trembling, boneless mess on the desk.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

I took a glimpse of my watch and turned back to her. “It is almost time for Physics class,we have to go and grab lunch.” “Sure…” We started walking to the cafeteria and I could swear that I caught Anna throwing weird stares at me. We stood on the line with our trays in our hands. Anna bent over and whispered into my ears. “Maybe we should read some of your erotic stories while we eat.” My body went cold. There was no way in hell I was letting someone else read my diary. There were quite a lot of erotic and sex scenes in it and the worst part was that they were not mine. They were about my friends or random students I randomly pair up in my head.

’ With that, she’d swept away, leaving Elliot with a wrung-out mind, a wrung-out cock and a prepublication copy of a racy new novel still stuffed in his jacket pocket. A few minutes later, he was sitting at the bar with a fresh beer before him which her lingering flavour on his lips made him reluctant to lift up and drink. With the vague feeling that he’d spent the last half hour ina ‘trip’ at least twice as exotic as its contents, he took out the pristine, unhandled book and thumbed it open at page one. As he began to read, his hands shook, his flushed face drained to dead white, and his penis — unbelievably - swelled up to a new and even harder and more aching erection... Was truth strange

Seriously. What is this stuff?” Jeff rubs his fingers over the top of my cheap-ass, dime-store mule. “Naugahyde,” I say, pushing my shoulders back, showing off my conical boobs and my pink fuzzy sweater. “Nauga-what?” It does not escape my notice that his finger briefly slips beneath the band of fake plasticine leather to stroke my bare skin. His touch sizzle-pops up my calf, burns a line of fire behind my knee and tickles slowly up my inner thigh. The sensation lands with a