Errotic Novels & Stories

His tongue slid across my lips, probing, tasting, as if claiming me, tasting the very essence of my soul. A sickening warmth spread through me. It was wrong. It was so wrong. This wasn’t love. This wasn’t desire. This was possession. The kiss deepened, his tongue slipping past my lips as if he were looking for something inside of me, something that I couldn’t escape. He tasted like ash, like something burnt and rotten—familiar, yet foreign. His taste coated my mouth, a bitter, metallic tang that made me want to gag. But I couldn’t pull away.

Eros Draeger My name is Eros, Eros Chaz Draeger, and I am an incubus. I take the life force from humans during the act of sex, and my master, the devil, takes a portion of it from me during sleep from the rune tattoo I have on my back. It can take the complete life force from any mortal who lays eyes upon it so I have to be cautious or leave a string of dead humans in my wake.

the soft noises of his mouth, my helpless whimpers, the low groans vibrating against me. My fingers curled against the desk, nails scraping wood as pleasure coiled tighter in my belly. “You taste like every dirty fantasy I’ve had since September,” he murmured against me. “Sweet. Filthy. Mine.” He sucked my clit hard, then eased two thick fingers inside, curling them against the spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. “Oh God...Dade...” “That’s it,” he encouraged, pumping slowly while his tongue worked. “Let me hear you. No one else is here. No one else gets to know how loud you get when your professor does this.”

I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking slowly and firmly, savouring the friction. To amp it up, I grabbed my phone from the side table, thumbing open a private browser. Porn—something quick and dirty. I scrolled to a video of a brunette in a rain-soaked shirt, her body arching as a guy peeled it off. The actress moaned, it was fake but effective to heighten the mood, her tits bouncing as he fucked her against a wall.

At 9:00 sharp, Gabriel Thorne entered. He looked untouchable: charcoal suit, crisp white shirt, black tie knotted with precision. His eyes found her immediately—swept over the open blouse, the crossed legs, the flush on her cheeks—and a faint, private smile curved his lips. It wasn’t kindness. It was ownership. He began without preamble. “Today we discuss Bataille’s concept of transgression as the ultimate erotic act—the deliberate crossing of boundaries society deems sacred, the moment when violation becomes ecstasy.”

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Disclaimer: Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. Triggering themes. Lesbian content. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat that comes with it. Rated 18+ --- Priya Walsh was dreaming again. She could feel it even inside the dream, that specific awareness that sits at the back of your mind telling you this isn't real while everything happening in front of you feels more real than anything you experienced while you were awake. Brooklyn's hands were in her hair.

Nothing but my fingers, my toys, and increasingly filthy fantasies. And now this. A stranger with a cock that looks like it was sculpted for ruining someone. He finally glances up. Our eyes lock in the mirror. His hand freezes mid-stroke. Color floods his cheeks…embarrassment, panic. He fumbles to tuck himself back into his shorts, but the erection is stubborn, refusing to bend. The head catches on the waistband, bobbing free again. “Shit…fuck…I’m sorry…” he stammers, reaching for his phone to kill the video. The moans cut off mid-sentence.

Victor pounding deep and hard, hips snapping, balls slapping against her ass. Jade grinding down on Lila’s mouth, fingers pinching her own nipples, moaning loud and shameless. The mirrors reflected everything—Lila bound and writhing, Victor’s muscles flexing with every thrust, Jade riding her face with abandon. Lila came first—muffled screams against Jade’s pussy, body arching off the bed as she clenched around Victor’s cock. Jade followed seconds later, flooding Lila’s mouth with her release, thighs trembling. Victor pulled out, flipped Lila onto her stomach, and entered her again from behind—deeper this angle, brutal. One hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching under to rub her oversen

Ero **** on the first date she confided in me i have a chromosomal disorder, disorder, disorder i need love and pain strangely mixed together my elixirs i suffer reality distoooorrtions a ghastly Vatican of ****** compulsions my soul is black matter my **** a seething cauldron of despicable desire my *** cries for homicidal cruelty mold me into a ******* fold me like a two dollar beach chair the wrong way tear me to bits unwind my intestine eat me like a blood ******* ghoul make me squirm like an anime victim i thought oh finally a soul mate with soul strange as a Dionysian mad hatter on hallucinogenics hot girl creeping grimacing at me meandering conjurations by ****** contortions stunning