Free Erotics Novels & Stories

“You don’t come until I say. You hold it.” He goes back down and keeps the same relentless rhythm until I’m shaking and begging under my breath. Every time the pressure builds too high he backs off, blows cool air over my clit, waits for the edge to fade, then starts again. He does it four times. By the fifth I’m crying from how much I need it, hips trying to chase his mouth. “Please, please let me—” “Not yet.”

Her moans turned into short, broken whimpers now, “uh… uh… yes… like that…” He kept the pace brutal, the glass fogging from their heat. Her free hand braced against it, leaving wet prints. He finally pulled out, turned her, and bent her over the toilet tank. One hard shove and he was buried again, pounding her from behind while she gripped the edges. “Tell me what you are…” “Your overtime slut… your dirty little hole… use me…” He reached under, pinched her clit hard, and she broke. A loud, shaky “fuck...I’m cumming...” ripped out of her as her pussy clenched and fluttered around him, juices running down her thighs.

The man on the call matched her rhythm, fist moving faster along his length, but he never spoke. Emily’s breathing grew uneven. She added a third finger and spread them, letting the camera catch the stretch. Clear fluid coated her knuckles. She pulled her fingers out, held them up to the lens so he could see the shine, then brought them back down and rubbed her clit again with firmer pressure. “That’s it,” she murmured. “Keep stroking that big dick for me. Don’t stop.” The man obeyed without a word, his hand a blur now, hips shifting in his chair. Emily’s thighs began to tremble. She worked herself faster, chasing the building heat, breasts rising and falling with every short breath.

The erotica sounds of her mouth filled the space under the water, mixing with my gasps and low moans behind me. Faith free hand slid up to my throat, tilting my head back so she could bite along my neck while her hips kept rolling. "That's my girl, let her taste how wet you are," she moaned, pressing two fingers back inside me from behind even as Stella tongue sucked my front. She then pushed two fingers alongside Faith's, both of them stretching me open together. Their fingers moved in rhythm, one curling up while the other thrust deeper, scissoring inside my clenching walls. My legs shook harder. Faith adjusted her stance, spreading me wider so Stella could comfortably bury her face comple

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

My hand m‍ove​d on its o​wn, fingers slipping u‌nder the damp‍ fabric, finding my clit, pressing‍ hard, circli‌ng once, twice, matching his pace. 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.

I came hard, crying out as my walls clenched around the thick toy. Elena didn’t stop. She kept fucking me through my orgasm, then pulled out and flipped me onto my back. She pushed my legs wide and slid back inside me in one smooth thrust. This position let her go even deeper. She fucked me with steady, powerful strokes while looking directly into my eyes. “You’re so fucking pretty when you come,” she whispered, leaning down to kiss me. She reached between us and rubbed my clit again, forcing another orgasm out of me. My back arched off the bed as pleasure exploded through my body.

"Don't stop. Keep using every hole." The biker in my mouth pulled out just long enough to slap his cock across my face again, then drove back down my throat. Thick strands of spit ran down my chin onto the table. José reached around and rubbed my clit in fast circles while he fucked my ass, forcing another orgasm out of me almost immediately. My whole body shook, holes fluttering and squeezing the cocks inside them. Kyle's hand moved faster on screen. "Slap her tits. Make her moan for it."

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.

Victor pounding deep and hard, hips snapping, balls slapping against her ass. Jade grinding down on Lila’s mouth, fingers pinching her own nipples, moaning loud and shameless. The mirrors reflected everything—Lila bound and writhing, Victor’s muscles flexing with every thrust, Jade riding her face with abandon. Lila came first—muffled screams against Jade’s pussy, body arching off the bed as she clenched around Victor’s cock. Jade followed seconds later, flooding Lila’s mouth with her release, thighs trembling. Victor pulled out, flipped Lila onto her stomach, and entered her again from behind—deeper this angle, brutal. One hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching under to rub her oversen