Graphic Erotica Novels & Stories

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The dirty words, the forbidden reality of who he was, and the way he owned my body pushed me closer and closer to the edge. “I’m going to fill you up,” he growled, thrusting harder, deeper. His voice took on a darker, primal edge. “I’m going to breed this tight little cunt. Pump you full of my cum until it’s dripping out of you. You want that? You want me to knock you up while your best friend has no idea?” His absolutely filthy words were my undoing. My walls clenched around him violently as my orgasm crashed over me. I came hard, screaming his name, my body shaking in the cuffs as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?" Tim gasped again as Petrov used two fingers to stimulate his asshole. Petrov wasn't aiming for penetration at the moment, he just wanted the boy aroused enough to keep talking. Finally, the boy admitted to preferring Nifty and Literotica as his go-to erotic stories websites. Petrov knew that Literotica catered to a variety of genres but smiled knowing that Nifty had no heterosexual stories at all, though Nifty did h

Sofia opened a heavy door and let him step inside first. The soundproof booth was quiet the moment the door clicked shut behind them. Thick velvet seats faced a giant screen that was already rolling silent black-and-white footage. It was an art-house erotica film she had directed the year before. Slow, sensual shots of bodies moving together, hands sliding over skin, mouths open in silent moans. Sofia dimmed the lights until the room was bathed in the soft glow from the screen. She sat down in the wide velvet seat in the center, legs spread comfortably. She patted her lap.

I know the shocked look on her face is not about the spanking bench or the suspender frames or the array of bdsm tools that line up the table at the corner of the room. It's the wide array of erotic portraits on the walls, drawn by the one and only erotic artist in the underworld, Silas Moretti, who’s a non-aligned informant to mafia clans. Silas trades the secrets of most clans, and he makes a shit ton of money from it. Each of these erotic portraits costs over fifty thousand dollars, and I’ve about a hundred of them lining the walls. I got these portraits not because they’re so beautiful but because they’re an illustration of our deepest fantasies. The ones people don’t dare voice out in p

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.

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

We spent the day upgrading. First, the cards. Mom had a design program on her laptop. We created elegant but filthy business cards—matte black with gold lettering. On the front: Ebony Elite Pleasures – Discreet & Unforgettable. A simple silhouette of two curvaceous women. On the back, our anonymous contact info, rates (high), and a tagline: Let us worship your success… and drain every drop. We printed a thick stack on premium cardstock at a local shop, giggling like schoolgirls in the car on the way home.

“Now you get to watch what real cocks can do.” The bedroom door opened by itself. Two men stepped in. At least… they used to be men. Both were tall, heavily muscled, skin slightly very red under the lights and when a shadowy edge. Their eyes glowed faint orange, and their cocks hung thick and heavy, with unreal lengths, bouncing as they walked in, and already leaking thick precum that smelled like smoke and sex. Lila dropped to her knees like a starving whore and began stroking them, one hand on each.