Free Erotica Apps Novels & Stories

Pulling his boxers up, he plopped down on the bed again and got under the covers again since it was a little chilly in his room. He unlocked his phone, his skin shining prettily against the pink lights of his room and the little light from his phone too. Young-Jae scrolled through the various comments on his Livestream, some complimenting his voice and some his body. He weakly smiled to himself before switching to the new app he had just installed. It was a hookup app he had just installed, to look for a good fuck.

On the laptop Christian was still pounding Anastasia into the mattress, her cries matching the wet squelch of my own fingers A sharp ping cut through the moment. I groaned in frustration, pulling my soaked fingers free and grabbing my phone. Zane’s name lit up the screen. I tapped the message and a photo filled it...his hard cock, flushed and veined, the pink head glistening with a fat bead of precum that trailed down the shaft. My pussy clenched hard at the sight. Below the image his text read: “He misses his hot, sexy girl" I typed back with one hand while the other slipped back into my panties, two fingers pushing straight into my soaked pussy.

My thumb pressed on my clit, rubbing side to side. It wasn’t enough. I needed visuals. Grabbing my phone from the side table, I opened the PornHub app – my guilty pleasure when words weren’t cutting it. I searched for “solo squirt” and picked a video of a curvy brunette going at it with a vibrator. I propped the phone against the book, volume up high. Her moans filled the room – loud, unashamed. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum… watch me squirt…”

“Fine be like that. But you are missing out. The app even has a feature where you can set what kind of vibe you want. Rough. Gentle. Kinky. Whatever. No judgment. People are honest on there because it is new and everyone is trying it.” He kept talking while I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling. Every word made my brain go back to the penthouse and Chris drinking milk and his hands on the wheel. I wondered if the mysterious guy also used an app like this. The thought made my chest tight in a weird mix of scared and excited. “You still listening?” Ethan asked after a minute. “Or are you daydreaming about milk again?” “Shut up about the milk,” I snapped but I could not help smiling a little.

Anna droppe⁠d to her knees be​side them, silent‌ and grace‌ful, sliding one hand up Greta’⁠s trem⁠bli​n‍g thigh, c‍upping a breast, pinching the n‍ipple until Gret‌a his‌se⁠d. Then Anna leaned in, tongue f⁠licking out, fi‌nd‌ing Greta in slow firm strokes while Leon kep‍t pound⁠i​ng from‌ behind. Wet sounds multipli⁠ed‌, skin slapping, mou​ths working, br⁠eath⁠s heaving,‍ Greta’s high moa⁠ns laye‌ri‌ng over An‍na’s hungr⁠y sighs and Le⁠on’s low grun​ts. The room​ be⁠c⁠ame noth‌ing but wet flesh and⁠ ra⁠gged⁠ air. ​

Her own hand was between her legs, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles over her pussy. Mira’s own hand drifted down, pressing against the damp fabric of her running shorts. She was soaked. The sight, the sounds, the raw, unfiltered sex of it all hit her like a physical blow. Her clit, a small, sensitive nub beneath her hood, throbbed in time with the pounding rhythm from the clearing. She leaned against a tree, her legs feeling weak.

They slipped on transparent plastic aprons. “On your stomach first,” Freya commanded softly. They slowly peeled my leggings and panties down my thick thighs, exposing my smooth, plump ass and already-wet pussy. “Fuck, look at this perfect ass,” Jess moaned, spreading my cheeks wide. “Completely waxed and ready.” Freya ran her bare fingers over my tight pink hole. “So pretty… and already twitching. Have you been watching naughty videos, thinking about women playing with your holes?” I moaned loudly as Freya pushed one slick finger deep into my ass. “Oh god… Doctor!”

Or she might be scrupulously careful, not a hair in sight, and I’ll have to come up with another pretext to tie her up to that four-poster bed. Suddenly, I flash on an idea. What if I “make” Eva write down all her dirtiest fantasies as an assignment? An instant treasury of scripts for future games. I can hear her voice tremble as she reads—Then you bend me over your desk and lube my asshole with the ointment you keep tucked in the drawer for special “lessons”… I love fucking Eva in every hole, but nothing turns me on more than slipping deep inside her sweet, dirty mind.

Clare found herself strangely pleased to see that she hadn't been the only one to enjoy her first Sapphic orgasm! 'What are you waiting for?’ Francesca asked, eyebrows raised. A picture of Daniel lying on that same bed flashed briefly in Clare’s mind. She could tell this woman to go now but Francesca slid forward so that her feet touched the floor and her sex was at the edge of the bed. She reached out her hand and twisted a little of Clare’s long brown hair between her fingers. Francesca’s face was glowing with desire. She communicated a message to Clare which she couldn’t ignore now.

For Pete's sake, she wasn't deaf! Even though Hazel couldn't see it, she put on a fake smile. "Is it Bokipad that you've —-" Hazel interrupted her. "Oh, yes!" The young lady squeaked. "You're right, girl! Come on, I told you to install Bokipad on your phone. You'll never regret it. There are millions of erotica in Bokipad. You don't have to hoard all erotica in bookstores, girl. Leave it to the others!"