Exotic Erotics Novels & Stories

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

She gagged as she closed her hand around his cock and then began a quick pumping of it, hoping to make him come quickly and to get the awful act over and done with. “Slow and sexy,” the man panted in caution. “Otherwise no shower.” Tessa resisted the urge to tell him to keep it and slowed her pace. She gave little saps of supposed pleasure to encourage him to reach his climax sooner. The feel of his warm, pulsing cock in her hand made her feel sick and the fact that it was black worse still. She kept her eyes closed and swallowed hard, using a lighter touch to wank him, once again to speed his end. Too late she sensed him coming and recoiled in disgust as a jet of his warm, sticky sperm hit

“Your mother is sleeping right above us. If you scream too loud, she might wake up and see what a filthy girl her daughter is.” The forbidden words pushed me right to the edge. I clamped down around him, pulsing. “Please… let me come… I can’t hold it…” “Come,” he finally commanded, slamming into me with savage force. “Come all over your stepfather’s cock.” The orgasm crashed through me like lightning. I came hard, screaming his name, pussy gushing around his thick shaft. My whole body convulsed, waves of blinding pleasure ripping through me as he kept fucking me through it, drawing it out until I was a shaking, moaning mess.

“My secretary. My ex-wife. My perfect little sluts.” Jessica and Claire watched him, lips parted, hands lazily touching each other’s bodies as they waited. With a deep, guttural groan, Charlie’s orgasm hit. Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted from his cock, raining down on them. He painted Jessica’s full breasts and face first, then shifted to cover Claire’s tits and open mouth. Stream after stream of hot cum splashed across their bodies...on their stomachs, necks, cheeks, and tongues. Both women moaned softly, arching slightly to receive every drop as he emptied his balls completely over them.

The woman was getting her pussy impaled by this scaly-balled animal from another dimension, but she could not deny the pleasure he was given her, and her screams testified this, as she reached down to rub her own clitty. Whilst viewing this amazing scene, Dorian’s mind wondered, and he thought about his own sexual fantasies. If he was being totally honest, he’d never really been into kinky sex, or dominant or submissive stuff, or even voyeurism.

“Brave. Or stupid. Come on. I’ll give you the tour.” He didn’t touch her at first. Just walked her through the lounges. One room had a massive glass wall looking into a scene already in progress—three bodies tangled on silk sheets, moans muffled by the thick glass. Maya’s thighs pressed together as she watched a woman arch between two men, one buried in her mouth, the other fucking her slow and deep. “Like what you see?” Victor asked, stepping close behind her. His breath brushed her ear. “It’s… intense.”

The lecture hall door unlocked with a click, and she slipped out, her body still tingling from the multiple orgasms. She knew she should feel guilty, but all she could think about was how much she needed this again

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

☆ Potential emotional and psychological triggers: Intense emotional manipulation, gaslighting, trauma bonding, toxic relationships portrayed erotically, addictive sexual dependency, loss of control, identity erasure, and stories that blur the line between fantasy and dark desire. This is not “vanilla” erotica. Many stories push boundaries into the darkest, most depraved corners of human (and non-human) sexuality. Themes may include moral ambiguity, lack of real-world consent in fantasy scenarios, and sexual acts that would be illegal or highly dangerous in reality. Everything here is pure fantasy and is not meant to reflect healthy real-life behavior or relationships. Reader discretion is st

LUCA; I'm obsessed with my gym partner. Utterly and completely obsessed. And no, not in a platonic way. In an erotic, filthy and sinful way. His name is Ethan. Yes, I'm fucking straight. The mere idea of another man touching me in that manner, was repulsive to say the least. Should be a disgusting.... demonic act. I detested the thought of it...but it was such a shame that I had no control of my body's reaction. Of my thoughts. They were filthy and borderline pornographic on the things I imagined he'd do to me, or the things I'd would love to explore with him.