Famous Erotica Novels & Stories

Lisa was now openly rolling with his touch and breathing heavily with moans and whimpers coming from her as he took my lovely wife down an erotic path she had never been before. I'll give it to Derrick, his better days were behind him but he knew how to excite a woman with his touch. He had great rhythm in his touch and seemed to understand the timing and pressure in his hands to keep Lisa at a sensual peak. Derrick moved down the table and took the draping and moved it so that he could work on one of her legs. He did not bother to cover her breasts and tummy so that now the draping was only covering the leg opposite of the one he was working and her hip.

She was a grown woman who knew what she liked, how she liked it and wasn’t afraid to find her pleasure her way. The condom box was sitting on top, but lying beside it was a very intriguing piece of equipment. Pink and in the shape of a slanted L or a compressed and not too-curved C. He picked it up. “What’s this one called?” Her cheeks already held a gorgeous hue of pink to them, but when he held up her “friend,” that pink quickly turned to red. “It’s technically called Red.” His nose wrinkled. That was a horrible name. “Yeah, I agree. Terrible. But I’ve renamed it to …” She bit her lip, and her eyes turned daring. “Chris Evans”

OG (short for orgasm) and I'm the best erotic romance writer in Imphal, a small town near Montana. And all erotic writers need experience, which I sadly lack since I'm still a virgin, that too at 18 years of age. And yes, you that heard right. And no, not all erotica’s are sluts, we just have a better idea of what maximum of the populace likes to read...under covers. And yes Miss-Goodie-Two-Shoes, that includes you too.

Mostly because, it was the most beautiful piece of luck l'd ever gotten. He thought he could tame me. Me, Cassandra Gray, twenty-two years old and built with a backbone of pure, unadulterated lust. My sins were public knowledge, thanks to the internet's never-ending hunger for a rich man's scandal. Getting caught kissing Sophia Delacroix's daughter at the Wellington gala? Front page news. The video of me on my knees for that bassist in the club's grimy bathroom? A viral sensation.

NIVEA My generous curves seemed to captivate him completely. I watched his lips part and engorge, his cheeks flushing with lust. The way he stared at me—like I was Nefertiti, the goddess of love—made my pussy throb powerfully. A warm, traitorous wave of arousal flooded through my core. He drew in a sharp breath through his mouth and bit his lower lip hard.

My muscles are taut as I try not to get my cock into her pussy like I want to. Layla rubs her tits against my face, moaning and shuddering as the orgasm crashes into her. Her pussy gushes against my thigh, her release all over me. Everything becomes quiet in that moment, till it’s just her breathing mingling with mine. Maybe this isn’t so bad. Maybe I could give in to this power that we’ve created, and it would be okay after. She wants me too. I could show her what big, bad Daddies do to their little girls. But a flash of lightning illuminates the pink in her hair.

, I pouted, putting two fingers in my mouth, withdrew them with saliva, rubbing it over the tip of his cock. "This i's not right, I'm married to your mum. And you're just like my daughter". I put my finger on my lip to silent him. "Do you want to see my tits?". Gosh, I sounded like a slut, and I loved it. I had Frank under my control and I was going to make him worship my body. Without hesitating, I took the nightie off, exposing my touted tits as I started playing with them. "We could do it just this once. I won't tell Mom anything".

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

I said to Ginger, as I slipped my hands under her nightshirt and felt her bare ass with both of my hands. "Right, they don't know about our sapphic love affairs yet," said Ginger. "Sapphic, I like that word. Why have we not used it before?" I asked. "Probably because I only just learned it last week while reading a story on Literotica," said Ginger. "Literotica, what's that?" I asked. "Only the best website in the world for erotic literature and the like. You should check it out," said Ginger. "I'll do that when we get back home, it sounds interesting!" I replied.

I was so ready for this. But now what? Just blatantly put a move on him? I stared at his lap top and recalled Richard saying he caught him watching p**n. I looked over my shoulder to make sure Max wasn't already on his way back. I figured he would take his time and try to calm himself down and that was fine with me. I went into his history and scanned through the sites he visited. My eyes lit up on "My First Sex Teacher" and I clicked it. "Oh, you naughty boy." I whispered as I saw it was an entire site dedicated to teacher student fantasies, Richard hadn't been kidding.