Free Erotics Novels & Stories

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.”

“Rub your clit. I want to feel you come on my cock.” I slide my hand between us, finding my clit and rubbing in fast circles. “Damon, I’m close…” “Come for me. Come on my cock like a good little wolf.” The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave. I scream his name, my pussy clenching around him so hard he groans. “Fuck, yes. Just like that.” He’s moving faster now, chasing his own release. “I’m going to fill you up, Maya. Going to pump you full of my cum. Mark you inside and out.”

Ryder breathed, his pace unraveling, his thrusts tightening into something faster, more erratic. Ruth-Ann was coming apart, her middle finger working her clit with frantic precision. She was panting, her head tipping back against the wall, her chest rising and falling as she watched the man she'd craved all day take her mother apart piece by piece. She was a sinner. She was a voyeur. She was a whore. And she didn't care. Inside the room, Ryder's head lifted sharply.

I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

Soon she closed her eyes, moved her hips and began making the beautiful noises that women make when they come. I was soaking wet and couldn't restrain myself a moment longer. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my panty hose, pulled up my dress and started to rub my pussy with my legs wide open. In a flash Lucy and Ruth were doing the same thing and the three of us masturbated together. Ruth came first and as she let out her cry Lucy orgasmed with a loud moan and then I climaxed powerfully too. We twinkled at each other after our breathing returned to normal and we each sniffed our fingers, as we had watched each other do so often.

One of them even slid a hand between my thighs from behind. “Fuck, she’s drenched,” Eric growled. “Virgin pussy and she’s already making a puddle on the ground. Smell her, brothers. Sweetest little omega cunt I’ve ever scented.” Fingers too many to count spread my pussy lips wide. “Look at that pretty pink virgin hole,” Joseph murmured, voice thick. “Gonna look so fucking good stretched around our cocks.” Ronan dropped to his knees in front of me and dragged his tongue up the inside of my thigh, licking up my slick like it was honey.

This was a woman who was a master cocksucker and she loved it and the power it gave her over men. Eva released my rigid cock from her wet mouth with a gentle “pop” and slid her tiny frame back on the bed, spreading her legs wide and folding her knees, and looking at me pleadingly asked, “Will you lick my clit please?” I dove right in, dropping to my knees and plunging my face into her soaking wet muff, wondering why she seemed to be begging for this most basic of sex acts, something I know men would pay good money to do to such a glorious love hole. I plunged my tongue into her pussy and then licked all around it, plunging two fingers in as I gently sucked her clit. Eva came with a sharp yel

She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'