Novel & Cerita Graphic Erotica

TRIGGER WARNING!! This book contains explicit, non-consensual sexual content, revenge rape, intense humiliation, degradation, forced orgasm, bully-victim power reversal, and other extreme dark themes. It is written for readers who actively seek out this type of taboo erotica. If any of those things will upset or harm you, please close the book now. No part of this story should ever be replicated in real life.

Grabbing my pen, I start to scribble on my diary again. "He looked at me! He fucking looked at me and I am so wet already! Gosh! I just want him to dig his fingers into my pussy and finger fuck me to tears. I don't care that he's a shady man with a mysterious life, I just want to be fucked by him! Imagine what it would feel like to be naked under him, and to have those lips around my nipples, and then have his fingers stroking my clit until I can't breathe anymore." I don't realize that I am squeezing my thighs together as my scribbling turns into vivid images in my head.

I held my neck with my hand like a slut, hoping he barges in again. I hit orgasm, he still isn’t here like I wished. I walked to his room still soaked, and I found him touching himself while looking at my picture. His shoulder carved, and the deep v of his torso, his tight abs, and the thick curved cock in his hand. He walked to me, grabbed me and I kissed him. His hands went down to my ass and he carried me. Four steps and he dropped me on the bed, spreading my legs. I pulled off my panties as he squeezed my hard nipples, I gasp and moaned soflty,

I was traveling thousands of miles, leaving my oblivious wife at home, to fuck a young girl I had met online because she enjoyed the stories I wrote. If you asked me why I started writing and publishing erotica on Literotica, I do not believe I could give you a full and satisfactory answer. I had been reading the site for some years, had an idea for a story that I wrote out and, after a very short time hemming and hawing, published it.

He did not bother to cover her breasts and tummy so that now the draping was only covering the leg opposite of the one he was working and her hip. He gently moved her leg to spread them a bit and the draping just barely covered her mound. As before, he started at her foot and worked his way up. I realized that he did this to heighten the sexual anticipation of his touch coming closer to her pussy as he worked his way upward. As he worked up over her knee, Derrick's strokes would start on the top of her leg but slide inward on her thigh. Over and over he did this coming closer to her pussy. It was obvious now that Lisa needed relief but Derrick continued to seduce her with hands. He then star

My secret words and my filthy thoughts. Heat flooded my face. I suddenly wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. “I…I attached the wrong file,” I whispered, voice cracking. “It was never meant for anyone.” He stepped closer. Close enough that I felt the faint heat of his body. “Yet you described everything with such precision. The way my voice would sound against your ears, how my fingers would feel sliding underneath your skirt while you tried so desperately to maintain your composure.” His gaze dropped to my mouth, then lower, tracing the rapid rise of my chest. “Does writing those scenes excite you, Freya Laurent? Did your body respond while you imagined me fucking you in this very o

“Always.” Erotica 2.

spectator sport, yet there was something about this painting that suggested the artist found it a beautiful experience that ought to be shared. He had managed to capture the exquisite agony of people on the verge of orgasm; he had managed to portray genitalia - male and female alike - as objects of great and rare beauty, and there was a lightness and a freshness to the painting. Kate had to fight back her desire to touch the canvas. Instead, she turned round and found herself in front of a portrait that looked, at first sight, as if it were by Rubens. A large, voluptuous woman was lying naked ona sofa in a room filled with flowers of all kinds, but it was one particular flower that formed t

"Bend over the desk. Ass up, legs spread." I scrambled up, skirt hiked to my waist, tits spilling out as he ripped my blouse open—buttons pinging across the floor. Cool wood hit my nipples, hardening them more. I arched my back, pussy exposed, lips puffy and dripping, clit peeking out begging. He stepped behind, rubbing his cock along my slit slow, coating himself in my juices. The fat head nudged my entrance, parting folds, but didn't push in. "Beg for it, Mira. Beg your boss to ruin this married pussy."

I tapped on another picture of me sitting against the wall in a set of black lacy lingerie with my legs spread apart. I was holding a small silver vibrator against my underwear. “Just send both, stupid!” She smirked. I raised my eyebrows at her. “What? Might as well. It’ll give him some different options when he looks at your pictures to, ya know”—she made a jerking motion by her pelvis—“come.” " You can't just leave the poor man to stare at just one photo, can you? There's a reason p**n videos are long and dynamic" Angela said, still staring at the photos, scrolling and swiping through the numerous photos we took.