Hentai Writing Novels & Stories

Her juices squirted slightly onto the cushion. They kept going for hours. Every man fucked her pussy. Every man used her mouth. Most took her ass too. Cum dripped down her thighs and chin. It covered her breasts and stomach. The deck grew slippery under them. Calista lost count of her orgasms. Her body felt used and satisfied. Sweat mixed with cum on her skin. The sea breeze cooled her heated body. One sailor held her legs wide while another fucked her deep. “Look at this sloppy pussy,” he said. He thrust hard. Calista moaned. Her head fell back. Another cock filled her mouth right after.

“After all, your religion is against homodexuality and based on the way you look at, and think about Damian, you're definitely going to the deepest, hottest part of hell.” I gripped the edge of the desk, my knuckles white. “You’re twisted. You know that, right?” “Maybe,” he conceded. “But you’re the one who writes horny stories. You’re the one who keeps putting me in your head. Tell me, are you writing about me right now? Is that why you're up so late?” I scoffed. My eyes flicked back to the open blog page on my monitor. “I’m not writing about you, you cocky bastard. I'm just up because I want to be.”

“That is my good little witch. Already addicted to demonic seed. Your mortal body is changing. Soon you will beg to be taken to my realm. To be my eternal breeding whore.” He fucked me through three more shattering orgasms, filling me again and again until cum poured out of me in glowing rivers every time he thrust. My thighs were soaked. My ass leaked from the tentacle play. My mind floated in a sea of corrupt pleasure. When he finally lowered me to the floor, I collapsed in a trembling, cum-soaked heap. My belly looked slightly swollen. My pussy pulsed visibly, still leaking his glowing essence. The taste of him lingered on my tongue. The scent of sex and demonic musk clung to my skin.

The seclusion of the room, separate from the others, made us feel safe to do so without fear of being noticed by the grandmother or the inn staff. "I need to cum...! Please stop!" I pleaded as the thrusts came again. I couldn't expect much from him because he didn't seem to care at all. He continued to thrust his hips, forcing me to remove his dick from my pussy. "Ooh..." My body trembled and convulsed as the fluid gushed out. It felt so good, it made me think sex was the best thing I'd ever experienced in my life. ***

Uea bit his lower lip, trying his best to endure the slight pain that came with being invaded. Uea, being a pitiful virgin despite being a smut writer, had strived to give himself the best experience through the MC of his book. The MC had a naturally sensitive body that didn't need lubricant, and this was especially true in worlds where the MC could give birth. Ryan moved slowly. His veins bulged, seemingly trying his best to lessen Uea's pain as much as possible. But Uea was getting frustrated. It wasn't even as painful as he'd thought it would be.

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I pause, heat flushing all of my body. Uncle Jax nods, urging me to go on. “Umm right above my pussy,” I mumble, but the words are loud enough for him to hear. “I want it to say ‘Daddy’s Pussy’ in delicate script.”

If he doesn’t stop fingering me like this, I’m going to cum right where I’m standing. “Hayden…” I whimpered his name. “Not yet. Hold it in…” Hayden whispered. He knew that I was very close to my limit. I let out a disappointed sigh when his fingers stopped pounding into my hole and started withdrawing from me. His fingers slid teasingly along my pussy wall as Hayden slowly removed his finger from my throbbing pussy hole. --To be continued… My other works: Forbidden Heat; Conquering the Emperor; Lust Contracts

"9th of January, Year 1522. I have transmigrated to this world for more than a week! I now in the body of Katelyn Gustav. I finally got isekai holy damn! But my isekai trip was weird, it wasn't truck-kun but a stab from a freaking hoodlum! I have to write something down and describe the things I have encountered, or else I would go crazy. "Hehe, I was thinking that I should write this in Japanese characters but I remember I haven't even fully memorized hiragana, katakana, and kanji! Shame... but their no need to worry, if I write it in Baybayin, I'm sure that no one will be able to decipher it. This world uses alphabetical words!”

and techniques. And you must be wondering, why I was hiding in a bathroom stall, eavesdropping on the queen bees talk about their sex lives? Then let me introduce myself, my name is Akira Sanders, pen name Miss.OG (short for orgasm) and I'm the best erotic romance writer in Imphal, a small town near Montana.