Free Erotica Literature Novels & Stories

Ellie was trapped in her erotic dream, and in it, the love of her life was stroking inside her while kissing her shoulders and neck. It sent tingles down to her toes and clit. In the dream, his manhood was thick and hard, filling her to the brim; her pussy was wet and hot, stuffy like the South American jungles; her breathing was quick and shallow in her dream. Oh, what a lovely dream... or was it?

Both girls' asses jiggled and reddened under my hands. "God, yes, alternate like that," Lila panted, her pussy clenching around my cock every time I switched back. "Fuck Emma's virgin hole then come wreck mine. We're both your dirty little daughters, Dad. Use our pussies." Emma joined in, her voice breaking with pleasure. "Please, Dad, don't stop switching. My pussy feels so empty without your thick cock. Fuck me faster, slap me more!" I kept the rhythm going, pounding Lila from behind until her juices ran down her thighs, then thrusting deep into Emma's spread legs on the desk, my cock coated in their mixed wetness.

A shot of her bent over the edge of the bed, his handprints red on her ass. Clara didn’t care. The forbidden thrill of it made her wetter. She posed for him, spreading her legs wider, letting him capture every compromising angle. By the time the underground lights automatically dimmed to simulate night, they were exhausted and sticky with sweat and cum. Julian pulled her against his chest, one arm wrapped possessively around her waist. His cock rested soft against her thigh, still slick. Clara’s body ached in the best places. She traced a finger over the marks she’d left on his chest.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

They had taken turns with her for hours , passing her around and every single one of them had cum inside her or on her body. She loved every second of it. She had even, and still spread her legs willingly for two of the married male teachers in the staff room during lunch breaks, letting them fuck her quietly whenever they needed relief. She couldn’t help it. Deep down, Elena was a slut by nature. She loved the thrill of being used, of giving her body freely with nothing expected in return. She could never say no when someone wanted to fuck her. She would gladly spread her legs wide and let them pound her as hard and as long as they wanted.

"Lots and lots of books." "Ah, you must have found the hidden p**n section of the library," Laz jokes as he sits down next to us. "One of the previous Legacies had a part-time job writing erotica. She didn't need the money, she just liked writing naughty things and knowing her words were making people orgasm around the world." My cheeks are burning. It is one thing talking about these things to Nyx, but sometimes I forget that there are seven other people at this table with us and that some of them might be listening in.

Lucas barely lets me through the door before he’s on me. He pushes me against the wall, kissing me hard, hands roaming everywhere. “Tell me one of your filthy little secrets,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Something you’ve touched yourself thinking about but were too ashamed to say.” My face burns, but the desperation wins. “Ice,” I whisper. “I read about someone using ice cubes on a girl’s nipples and clit while they fucked her. I want to feel that. I want it to hurt a little.” Lucas’s eyes darken with pure lust.

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.

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. ​