Girl Erotica Novels & Stories

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

“That’s going to stay in my phone forever. Whenever I’m away, I’ll play it. I’ll jerk my cock to the sound of your pretty cries. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She moaned, pushing forward against his hand. “Dirty little girl.” He pinched her clit, loving the sound that escaped her mouth after. “On your hands and knees, Printsessa. You sound like you’re aching for more.” Charlotte immediately got on her hands and knees, imitating her current position on the screen. Maksim knelt behind her on the floor, lined up his cock with her entrance, and pushed into her in a slow torturous movement. Charlotte wiggled her ass back, wanting more.

Even through the fabric I could feel its thickness, the way it throbbed under my touch. “Feel it, Lira,” he said, voice dropping lower. “This is what’s going to ruin you tonight. Nine inches of thick, curved alpha cock. Fat enough to stretch your tight little omega cunt wide open. Curved just right to hammer that sweet spot deep inside until you’re screaming and creaming around me. You’ll feel every vein, every ridge when I bury it to the hilt and knot you full of my seed.” A whimper escaped my lips. My thighs pressed together, slick now dripping down my inner legs. The description alone made my core clench with a mix of fear and desperate need.

My muscles are taut as I try not to get my cock into her pussy like I want to. Layla rubs her tits against my face, moaning and shuddering as the orgasm crashes into her. Her pussy gushes against my thigh, her release all over me. Everything becomes quiet in that moment, till it’s just her breathing mingling with mine. Maybe this isn’t so bad. Maybe I could give in to this power that we’ve created, and it would be okay after. She wants me too. I could show her what big, bad Daddies do to their little girls. But a flash of lightning illuminates the pink in her hair.

I just whimpered, sobbed and begged with broken sounds. He leaned down, chest to my back, weight pinning me into the bed, mouth at my ear. “You love this, don’t you?” He murmured softly. “Love being fucked like my dirty little girl.” “Yes… God… yes…” His free hand snaked around. Found my clit. Pinched it. Rolled it. Rubbed fast and rough. I shattered again. Harder than before. My pussy clamped down like a vice, pulsing and milking him. My whole body shook. Tears soaked the pillow. I screamed his name until my throat burned.

parted me gently but firmly. The soft wet sound was unmistakable in the quiet room. He brushed his thumb over my clit in a torturously light circle. My hips jerked. A broken moan tore from my throat. “Sensitive,” he praised, voice thick. “Exactly like the woman on your pages.” He circled again, then slid two fingers down to tease my entrance without pushing inside. “Empty and aching. Tell me how long you’ve been walking around campus like this.” “Since the email,” I gasped, pushing back against his hand. “Since I saw your name. Days ago.”

"When I was browsing a bookshop recently, I came across this. It was being sold openly. The illustrations inside are deeply improper, and the woman depicted in them is my cousin." It was an erotic picture book. The woman's face was never shown, yet her poses were overtly seductive, and a rose-shaped birthmark was on her waist. Eleanor frowned. "What is this? How do you know the woman in these pictures is Charlotte?" Yvonne's voice rang out clearly across the hall. "Because my cousin has the exact same rose birthmark on her waist." The room erupted. Every pair of eyes turned toward me, and the looks on their faces said everything. One moment away from becoming Crown Princess, and now this. Ho

Pretending, trying not to imagine crawling under the desk and begging him to fuck my mouth while we try to stay quiet. By noon I was feral, wild, wet. I walked, staggered, but composed, to the executive restroom. My body was trembling with need. I stormed inside the restroom, pulled my skirt all the way to my stomach, shoved my panties down and immediately thrusted my fingers inside my pussy. I clutched hard on the doors handle fingering myself like a lunatic. I started with two fingers, then three, palm rubbing furiously against my clit with bruising force consecutively. I couldn’t stop I just wanted to dull the ache. “Fuck, Eric...” I whispered, trying not to be too loud. I pictured him be

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.

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************