Ghost Erotica Novels & Stories

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."

“But I think we need to slow down a little and try something new together. Something I’ve been wanting to do with you.” She reached for the remote and turned on the large TV in their bedroom. She opened a hidden folder and selected a video. The screen lit up with two gorgeous women locked in an intense scissoring position — their pussies pressed tightly together, sliding and grinding in slow, wet circles. Their moans were loud, breathy, and real. One woman was on top, rolling her hips in perfect figure-eights while the other arched her back and gripped her thighs, their swollen clits rubbing visibly with every slippery movement.

She watched as her reflection’s lips parted, her moans echoing in the room. Their fingers traced the contour of her breasts, down to her stomach, and then lower. Her hips buckled as the shadow's hand slipped beneath the fabric of her skirt. The sensation of those fingers exploring her wetness sent her body into a frenzy. Watching herself being touched by someone she couldn't see was both terrifying and incredibly arousing.

He mustered all his courage to retort, “My cock is not tiny.” #steamy #forbidenromance #alphafemale #seduction #omega #primaldesire #hardcore #agegap #olderwomanxyoungerman #surrender Always read tags. So you can skip if the themes are not to your taste. *** Maya groans softly. She rubs her thighs together as she stares at the full moon from her luxurious bed.

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”

Her breathing turned into soft, needy whimpers. Ghost: Slide two fingers inside yourself. Fuck yourself for me. Aria pushed two fingers deep, moaning louder as she pumped them in and out. The wet sounds filled her quiet bedroom. She imagined it was him watching in person, his eyes on her, controlling every sensation. Ghost has tipped $15,000. The massive tip pushed her closer to the edge again. Ghost: Faster. But do not come until I tell you. She obeyed, fingers moving quicker, her other hand gripping the chair. Pleasure built like a wave ready to crash. Her moans turned into desperate cries.

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.

He spun her around and dropped to his knees on the kitchen floor. “On your back, chef. I want to taste this wet pussy.” Ara obeyed instantly. She lay on the cool marble floor. Damon buried his face between her thighs, devouring her. His tongue flicked rapidly over her swollen clit before sucking it hard. Two thick fingers plunged inside her, curling mercilessly against her G-spot. “Oh my god! Damon! I’m going to cum!” she screamed. He sucked harder, fingers pumping faster. Ara’s back arched off the floor as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. She came hard on his tongue, thighs clamping around his head while she cried out his name.

I didn’t care. I slid my lace panties, pussy juice soaked, to the side and let my four saliva dipped fingers rub over my wet clit vigorously in motions only I could decide. As I followed through with the instructions that were given by the female lead in my audio erotica.

The skinny girls weren't prepared for this kind of conversation. Next to me, the woman who participated in my homemade and weird porn, still sucked Ramirez. The man was moaning now, and that was a cold water bath on my erection. I was a little disgusted, I can't lie. Every moan of the woman was muffled by the sound of suction and how wet things were. I kept staring at the ceiling of the bunk bed, looking for some crack or anything that would distract me from that situation. "What are your most particular perversions? " asked the woman.