Exotic Erotics Novels & Stories

The erotica sounds of her mouth filled the space under the water, mixing with my gasps and low moans behind me. Faith free hand slid up to my throat, tilting my head back so she could bite along my neck while her hips kept rolling. "That's my girl, let her taste how wet you are," she moaned, pressing two fingers back inside me from behind even as Stella tongue sucked my front. She then pushed two fingers alongside Faith's, both of them stretching me open together. Their fingers moved in rhythm, one curling up while the other thrust deeper, scissoring inside my clenching walls. My legs shook harder. Faith adjusted her stance, spreading me wider so Stella could comfortably bury her face comple

The taboo makes it so much hotter, I love how wrong it feels and how good he makes me cum. Xane pounds me faster, his balls slapping against my clit. I am dripping down my thighs, my juices coating his thick cock, my breasts bounce wildly beneath me as he fucks me faster. We are so lost in pleasure that we don’t hear the bedroom door open. “Yo Xane, you got a phone charger I can — holy fuck.”

“I can't. This…this is too much.” Carson brought his lips to his and gave his a slight kiss. “Relax. It's going to be fine. You'll love this.” Raymond gulped and followed close behind him, feeling shy. he had never imagined in the thirty years of his life that he would come somewhere like this. There were different sexual activities everywhere. There were threesomes, foursomes, and even fivesomes! There were naked and half-naked people everywhere, kissing, fucking, sucking, and moaning.

And the spells were only for one thing. Sex. I flipped through all the pages, dumbfounded. There were pictures of naked people with arrows pointing to boobs or pussies or cocks, and instructions on the spells to cast to make them bigger or tighter or thicker. My jaw dropped when the next page I turned had a picture of a woman being fucked hard in the middle of a pentagon, by a wonderfully handsome man with horns and a tail. No shit. Demon sex.

My skin was flushed a deep, feverish pink, coated in sweat and expensive lube. I had lost count of the orgasms; they had blurred into one continuous, white-hot hum in my brain. But as I looked at the three olive-skinned giants surrounding me, I knew I didn't care. They could fuck every ounce of energy and strength out of me until I was nothing but a memory on these silk sheets, and I would die happy. "Jax," Dante’s voice broke, deep and vibrating against my back. "Pass me the lube. The thick one."

Tears streamed down her face, but a broken, muffled moan of pure ecstasy vibrated around the cock fucking her mouth. They found a rhythm, a brutal, synchronized pounding. Jax hammered her pussy, his balls slapping her clit with every thrust, sending jolts of electric pleasure up her spine. Marcus fucked her ass with deep, grinding strokes that ignited a different, darker fire. The cock in her mouth kept her anchored, gagging and drooling. The dirt talk was constant, a soundtrack to her degradation and awakening. “Whose filthy holes are these?” “Yours!” she tried to scream, the sound garbled.

She exclaimed coaxing his cock and then spreading her legs wider to engulf it. “Oh!” She cried as she felt how deep he went into her. Her head fell back as she got used to him inside her, but as she started to move, both groaned with ecstasy. He pinched her nipples and felt her tighten around him. She opened her eyes with surprise. “Again,” she said. He did it again. The walls that were warmly wrapped around his shaft squeezed him again. “Again,” she ordered. Delighted, he did. Whatever she asked. Again, and again. More, and more. End of Book 1

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

I kept shifting my weight, pressing my thighs together hard. Heat rushed through me and I could feel myself getting wet, my panties sticking. Later we slipped out to the garden where the lights were dim and the music sounded far away. He pushed me against the stone wall, hands on either side of my head. “I cannot do this anymore,” he said, breathing heavy. “Pretending I don’t want you—it’s impossible.” I grabbed the front of his jacket and yanked him in. “Then do it,” I whispered right against his mouth. “Fuck me, Xavier. Right now.”

My own handwriting stared back at me in bold black ink: MY BUCKET LIST (Thirty before thirty… or before I chicken out completely) 1. Swim naked in the ocean at midnight 2. Kiss someone under fireworks 3. Get a tattoo I can’t explain to my mother 4. Quit my soul-crushing job without a safety net 5. Fall in love so hard it hurt 6. Have sex that makes me forget my own name 7. Be touched as I’ve never been touched before slow, deliberate, filthy, worshipful. No rush. No mercy. Just hands. Mouth. Cock. Knowing exactly what they’re doing to me.