Errotic Novels & Stories

I immediately spun around to exit the store feeling partly infuriated, partly embarrassed. Infuriated - with Eriol of course, because he didn’t so much as warn me beforehand that it was a flipping pleasure shop! What kind of a butler is he?! Embarrassed - with myself, because obviously it was my poor choice. How would I know? I am innocent on these kinds of erotica equipment. Never had I seen one before. But now, my eyes felt like it was being ripped out of its sockets and tossed into the holy water to be cleansed.

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

She shattered—her orgasm crashing through her with a moan so raw it made my heart pound. And I followed her right over the edge. She was trembling above me, her breath shallow, body slick with sweat, her hips barely rolling through the aftershocks. I gripped her tighter, still buried deep inside her, my chest rising and falling beneath hers. I was about to pull her down for another kiss when The voice snapped through the air like a whip. "What the hell, bitch?!" Sara froze. So did I. We both turned around to find a shocked and angry Layla staring back at us.

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

He stood and scrutinized her. “It’s not the same!” She hung her head, miserable with confusion. “Well, I could ask you…” He paused and looked more closely at her discomfort. “Wait… are you…I mean, were you…?” He looked concerned. She nodded and dropping her skirt began to cry. “Juliette, I am so sorry! I had no idea. You just seemed…I mean you are so sexy, I just figured,” he floundered. “When you looked so upset, I thought it was because we hadn’t used protection and that’s why you wanted to leave. But, you… You thought I didn’t care!” He was speaking to himself, slowly figuring it out, as she stood there, clutching her sides, trying to understand what he was saying. “Juliette, only you. On

“No—no, Eric—get off—” He laughed, a low, cruel sound that vibrated against my skin. His thumb pressed hard on my clit, rubbing in rough circles that sent conflicting jolts through me—pain mixed with a sickening flicker of sensation I hated myself for feeling. “Look at you, getting wet even now. You love it, don’t you? Filthy little whore. Begging for it like the trash you are. I should have done this sooner—reminded you who owns this cunt.”