First Time Erotic Stories Novels & Stories

She noted how “it only takes about 5 minutes of flirting or about 30 seconds of ‘accidental’ rubbing or touching for the little head to take over the big one.” God, hearing her stories made me ache. It’d been years since I’d felt anything more than a vibrator inside of me. Hearing her tell of sucking off would-be CEOs—or even the spoiled stepson of one—made me yearn for a real dick. A real fucking cock that could pulse and throb, read me, become one with me, and then release all of that pent-up passion deep in the parched throat or in my now moist, warm pussy.

I saw the tips trickle in, I told myself it was just for money but when the first tip hit—it was fifty dollars from someone named Regular47. Then he typed—“show us how wet you’re getting, beautiful.” My breath hitched. I slipped the strap down my shoulders, then the other, letting the lace slip away until my breasts spilled free. I rolled my nipples between my fingers until they ached. The first night I came quietly with two fingers buried deep inside me while the camera caught only my mouth parted and my thighs trembling. I whispered things I’d never said out loud to Mark. “I need to be filled… I need my pussy to be stretched until I couldn't think.” The shame hit right after orgasm but the

The friction was electric, the redhead's moans vibrating against Lara's breast. The stranger finally pulled back, his face shiny with her juices, grinning up at her. He stood, his massive cock throbbing inches from her face, long, thick, and curving slightly upward with veins pulsing with need. Lara stared at it, mesmerized. She'd seen dicks like this in videos, but never in real life, and never this close. Driven by pure horniness, by the ache that consumed her, she reached out tentatively, then bolder, wrapping her hand around the base. It was hot, and she leaned forward, taking him into her mouth for the first time.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

A gift for all my slow romance erotica lovers, a short story from: dividing and conquering the professor I,II,III Lily's POV With my tongue tucked in my cheeks, I press the new toy against my pussy wall and the strong vibration causes my body to shake. “Ahh…” the small whimper that slips out, bounces off the bathroom wall. Biting my lips and pressing my thighs together only makes my moans come out louder. It's been too long since I got fucked, too long that a vibrator feels like paradise to me at the moment.

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

He reached around and rubbed my clit, fingers circling fast. “Oh shit—oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” My first real orgasm from a cock hit like a wave. I screamed, pussy clamping down on him, juices squirting around his shaft. My legs gave out, but he held me up, pounding through it. He flipped me onto my back, spreading my legs wide. His mouth latched onto my tit, sucking hard on the nipple while he thrust deep again. I arched, hands in his hair, moaning uncontrollably.

I stated. “True, but you weren't there for me give another one.” His voice softened. “I needed something to remember you by.” I stared. “Why would you want to remember me?” At this, he shrugged, looking away. “Maybe because you were my first?” It took me more than a minute to comprehend what I just heard. “I was your what?” “My first.”He repeated. “First what? First kiss? First hug? First… sex?” “First sex, Maya.” He finally looked at me. “You were the first woman I slept with.”

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.