Graphic Erotica Novels & Stories

"That doggy pose... I don't like it." The smell of sweat and seed filled the cabin, the fire in the hearth creating a warm atmosphere. The slurping sounds followed each thrust, each penetration accompanied by the passage of his seed inside her. She was full, but he was going to fill her with more, and more, and more. "Akgghhhh...I...akgghhhh... Muum!!!" He released more seed inside her, everything going dark before his eyes. "I feel it...yes...yes...more...yes." She held on as Cedric collapsed on her back, unable to control his body any longer, his hands holding Seraphina's dangling tits, cupping her nipples. He kissed her shoulder.

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

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.

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe

The fabric was rough against her sensitive skin, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. Camila’s other hand moved to her breast, squeezing gently as she imagined Gonzalez’s strong hands roaming over her body. She could almost feel the weight of his gaze, her fingers deftly unbuttoned her pants, and she slipped her hand inside, her touch light and teasing as she explored her own wetness. She leaned her head back against the wall, her eyes closing as she gave in to the sensations. Her fingers found her clit, circling and rubbing with a rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart.

he growled switching to my other nipple biting down gentle then sucking hard. “Come on my cock again baby soak me I want to feel you squeeze me tight while I fuck you through it.” I shattered my orgasm hitting sudden strong my pussy spasming hard around him pulling at his cock over and over as I cried out loud my whole body shaking on the counter. Wetness gushed out around him coating his balls dripping down as I came hard my nails scratching his arms deep leaving marks. Rune kept thrusting through it the tightness milking him pulling him close his balls drawing up tight ready to explode.

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

LUCA; I'm obsessed with my gym partner. Utterly and completely obsessed. And no, not in a platonic way. In an erotic, filthy and sinful way. His name is Ethan. Yes, I'm fucking straight. The mere idea of another man touching me in that manner, was repulsive to say the least. Should be a disgusting.... demonic act. I detested the thought of it...but it was such a shame that I had no control of my body's reaction. Of my thoughts. They were filthy and borderline pornographic on the things I imagined he'd do to me, or the things I'd would love to explore with him.