Errotic Novels & Stories

I said protesting. "It's not my fault my sweet, that you have a delectable body." She said, swiping her tongue against my nipple. "Oh, now it's my fault that you're horny and pervert??" I said, teasingly. She laughs, and her hands started toying with my breast. I can feel my nipple stiffening because of her hands, nibbling my nipple. I can feel my body, getting hotter and my arousal pooling down my pssy. "You're getting turned on aren't you. my sweet??"

“DAVE?!?!” “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!” The pounding on the glass intensifies. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS” “BRI!!” “DAVE!??!?” My eyes snapped to Daves our eyes widening instantly. Our eyes simultaneously dropped down looking at where we were connecting, Dave’s Dick still buried inside my Pussy. My eyes snapped back to the car window… Eric.. Fuckk.

he told the bartender with a deep voice. My wolf perked up inside. "New in town?" I kept my voice cool. He turned and gave a small grin. "Just passing through. My name's Kael Rivers. A rogue wolf." "Rogue, huh? So you're Packless.," I smirked. He laughed low and sexy. "You got Alpha scent all over. What's your name, boss lady?" "Erica Stone. Stone Pack Alpha," I took a sip from my drink. His eyes lit up then went dark with raw hunger. "Female Alpha. Fuck, you're smoking hot."

The brunette giggles, her own hand sliding between her legs, fingers pumping fast as she watches the scene unfold. Another girl, tall with dark curls, straddles his face, her pussy hovering over his mouth. He eagerly laps at her, his tongue swirling, sucking, while his hips never falter, driving into the blonde with relentless force. The air is thick with the scent of sex—sweet sweat, musky arousal, a hint of coconut oil from the lotion they’d used earlier. Their voices overlap, a chorus of dirty talk and gasps: “Fill me up,” “Harder, deeper,” “I’m gonna cum all over your cock,” “Yes, fuck me like you mean it.”

Kael and Dante found a synchronization that was terrifying, their thrusts meeting in the middle of my body, creating a friction that felt like liquid fire. Dante looped his arms under my knees, hauling my legs even further back until they were practically pinned behind my head. Jax continued to pour lube over us, the liquid splashing against our skin, making every movement a squelching, loud symphony of filth. "I'm... I'm gonna—!" Kael suddenly choked out, his body locking up. He let out a curse, a frustrated whimper, and suddenly withdrew from my pussy. "No... not yet. I want to watch."

“Bet this virgin ass would look incredible stretched around real cock.” The filthy words sent me over again. I squirted hard, soaking Jake’s thighs as I wailed around the dick in my throat. They kept rotating—each man taking his turn pounding my creamy, cum-filled pussy while the others used my mouth, tits, and hands. The explicit sounds were pornographic: loud squelching, gagging, moaning, skin slapping skin. The smell of sex—musky cum, my sweet pussy juices, and sweat—hung thick in the air.

"When I was browsing a bookshop recently, I came across this. It was being sold openly. The illustrations inside are deeply improper, and the woman depicted in them is my cousin." It was an erotic picture book. The woman's face was never shown, yet her poses were overtly seductive, and a rose-shaped birthmark was on her waist. Eleanor frowned. "What is this? How do you know the woman in these pictures is Charlotte?" Yvonne's voice rang out clearly across the hall. "Because my cousin has the exact same rose birthmark on her waist." The room erupted. Every pair of eyes turned toward me, and the looks on their faces said everything. One moment away from becoming Crown Princess, and now this. Ho

Shame and filthy excitement twisted together in my gut as I dropped to all fours on the cold tile. My heavy breasts swayed, nipples hard, my red, spanked ass up in the air as I crawled slowly between his legs. The soapy water and my own juices smeared across the floor under my knees. David gripped my jaw roughly with one calloused hand, tilting my face up. His thumb pressed into my swollen lips. “Open that filthy mouth.” I parted my lips obediently, tongue out like a trained slut. He leaned forward, gathered a thick, heavy glob of spit in his mouth, and let it drip slowly, obscenely, right onto my waiting tongue.

Many of the people who wrote the articles and that sent in letters also included pictures, and one picture I particularly liked was of three couples daisy chained in oral sex, everyone sucking on someone else. I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up to the sensation of my nipple being pinched. I had been having an erotic dream and didn't realize that it wasn't part of my dream. Opening my eyes I saw that Vicky was smiling at me. "Nice nap?" She inquired. "Yeah, I guess so," I said, stretching. "Did you enjoy the magazine?" Vicky asked, nodding towards it. "It's really interesting," I said. "What do you think of the idea, though?" Vicky asked. "Does it excite you or do you think it's wro

Eric tried as hard as he could to ignore his plea to be taken, he couldn't wait to be buried balls deep inside of him but he needed to make this time as special for his lover as he possibly could. He slowly moved his finger in and out, and with each gentle thrust, he heard Snow cry and more dirty words falling out of his mouth driving Eric crazy. Remembering the baby oil in the bathroom, he slowly pulled his finger out and went into the bathroom to grab the oil. Returning into the room, Snow was now lying on his stomach, eyes shut tight, tears spilling from his closed lids, and breathing heavy. Eric went back to work, pouring enough oil onto his fingers and coating his raging hardness in it.