Erptic Stories Novels & Stories

Ava’s words lingered in the quiet bedroom like smoke soft, earnest, and far more dangerous than she realized. “I want to experience it all,” she whispered against my chest, her fingers still tracing lazy patterns on my skin. “The whips… the rules… being your bad girl. I want everything you enjoy, Eric. I want to be part of your world.”

She guided Seraphina's mouth to the right spots. "Right there, baby. Use your tongue," Isolde instructed. Seraphina followed every direction. She slid the small toy inside Isolde while licking her clit. The vibrations made Isolde's hips buck. She came with a loud cry, thighs squeezing around Seraphina's head. Seraphina kept licking until Isolde pulled her up for a deep kiss.

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

I could feel my nipples hardening, they were starting to feel like pebbles on my chest as I threw my head back and slowly slid one finger into my hole. My orgasm immediately built up, threatening to push me over the edge as my breath caught in my throat and I began to pant as I rubbed my clit desperately. The feel of fingernails digging into my cheeks and the hard slap on my boobs that followed caused my eyes to fly open at once and as my eyes opened, I was staring right into Ryker’s beastly brown eyes. I stopped but doing that attracted another slap on my boobs as his nails dug deeper into my cheeks, almost drawing blood. He looked pissed but I had no idea what I’d done to piss him off.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

More, and more. End of Book 1

Thirteen Months Ago-JANUARY 11th, 2025 The cemetery in Daisy Field was a graveyard of repressed desires, shielded by a sea of black umbrellas and the heavy Florida humidity. Bethany Evers stood at the grave's edge, her hips swaying with a grace that suggested she was mourning a lover rather than a priest. She daintily dabbed at her eyes as Sister Patrice wailed a hymn, but her focus was elsewhere. She adjusted her push-up bra, hoisting her generous breasts upward the moment she caught her ex-boyfriend Rupert looking. She wanted everyone to know that while the holy Father was dead, the town harlot was very much alive.

“Rub your clit while you ride me. I want to feel this pussy cream one more time before I fill it.” She reached down, rubbing her swollen clit frantically as she bounced. Her moans turned into high-pitched, broken cries. Her walls started fluttering wildly around my cock again. “I’m gonna cum. Ethan, please!” “Cum then, you pathetic slut,” I snarled, thrusting up hard to meet her bounces. “Milk my cock.” Elara screamed, her whole body convulsing as another violent orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on me like a vice, gushing wetly all over my lap. Her eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent cry, thighs shaking uncontrollably.