Exotic Erotics Novels & Stories

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

"I'm so close." "Me too, baby." He bit my lip again. "Come, Lola. Let's see if you coming all over my cock gets those ghosts out of there." I'd never laughed while I was coming before. It was the oddest sensation in the best way; explosive pleasure shaking me down to my bones while exhilarating glee shook my head and my heart. He kept fucking me through my orgasm, hips slamming against my pelvis, his pace turning erratic and frantic even as pleasure surged through me.

“Although the erotic scenes are beautifully written, the plot is hella boring.” Theo let out a deep chuckle, leaning back on the couch. “Finally, someone that gets it. I mean, it has so much potential to be a blast, right?” “Exactly,” Nico continued to flip through the book. “Sex is cool and all but it’s boring when it happens without any plot. You know what I mean?” Theo scoffed. “You mean like these p**n videos that just get into the whole thing without any prior action.” Nico watched him quietly, the corners of his lips tilted up in a small smile. “You sound like you know your game.”

"And what would be your fetish, lawyer?", but what the fuck question was that? And how the fuck could I get away from the answer so easily? If the subject had not deviated to a totally different aspect, I would have ended up confessing that my fetishes included extreme domination, euphoria, and naughtiness. Because I was too sincere and gossip beyond the account. And all my professionalism would be thrown down the drain if I had had more time on that subject.”

The whole day had been hectic. I took out a bottle of wine and poured myself some. I dropped onto the cushions, remote in hand, and flicked on the TV. Mindless noise to fill the silence. I scrolled through channels, news, reruns, some late night talk shows until I landed on a movie. One of those erotic thrillers, the kind with dim lighting and heavy breathing. I almost changed it, but the scene caught me. A woman alone in a lavish room, silk robe slipping off her shoulder, her hand trailing down her body as soft music swelled.

My hands gripped F's muscular ass, pulling him deeper into my throat, while my heels dug into E's waist, urging him on. Finally, I wanted to be in control, to watch them both come apart. I pushed E onto his back and straddled him, sinking down onto his cock with a sigh. Then I leaned back, my hands braced on his thighs, and looked at F "Stand here," I panted, pointing beside the bed. He obeyed, his body gleaming. I leaned forward, taking his cock in my mouth as I began to ride E in a fierce, bouncing rhythm. This was the pinnacle-controlling E's penetration with the rise and fall of my hips while I controlled F's pleasure with my mouth and hands. I felt powerful, divine, a goddess of decaden

I felt every pulse–it was uncontrollable and endless. Another gush followed then a smaller one, dripping down my ass and onto the marble edge of the table. Embarrassment burned through even as the pleasure kept rippling. I forced my eyes open, deeply horrified. “I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean… I’ve never… I’m not like this with anyone.” Javier looked at the glistening mess coating his wrist and the dark patch that spread across the linen. His dark eyes gleamed with something raw. “You think I mind?” He dragged his fingers slowly along my inner thigh, spreading the slick evidence of what I’d just done. “That was so incredible. Do it again for me.”

Nothing prepared me for the sight in front of me, he didn't even bother to close the door. Clutching my book to my chest, I watched as my handsome tutor lounged on a sofa, cock visible to my eyes. I was right, his cock was long but not too fat. A bottle of oil sat next to him ontop of the table and lastly, a laptop screen that showed a woman sprawled on a kitchen counter, her partner was behind her, his large thick cock sliding in and out of her glistening pussy as a torrent of raw sounds poured out of their mouths.

As I ventured further into the mansion, my steps echoing softly in the empty halls, I stumbled upon a door cracked open ever so slightly. A faint crimson glow spilled from the gap, beckoning me forward with an eerie temptation. “What kind of room is that?” I murmured, curiosity overpowering my instincts. I pushed open the door to reveal a scene that took my breath away. Before me lay a room bathed in soft candlelight, its walls adorned with different kinds of erotic artworks, leathered whips, blindfolds, chains, and cuffs. The more I looked, the more I got intoxicated with the exotic scents emanating from the candles.