Hentai Writing Novels & Stories

Cameron moaned, his touch flooding Aislen with the conflicting pain/pleasure, and the heavy, mind melting bliss he experienced in the utter surrender and trust of his body into Talen’s skilled hands. Aislen looked up at Rhett over her, and Heath, his head thrown back as he ground himself into Rhett. She had to draw this, she thought. Was there a point, however, when art crossed into pornography? And did that matter at all when she knew for sure that her regular readers would be drooling on their tablet devices. She’d draw her men, she decided, in all their f-kery, and show them after it was done, so they could get off on knowing that their images were getting hundreds of readers off.

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”

My fingers hit the keys, the words pouring out like blood, a fantasy so vivid my clit pulses with every sentence. I write: "The office smells of old books and polished wood, the university halls empty, the air thick with his scent—leather, musk, control. I’m in a tight skirt, no panties, my pussy slick as I step inside, the door left ajar. He’s behind his desk, a professor with eyes that strip me bare, his voice a low growl ordering me to lock the door. But I don’t. The risk of someone walking in makes my nipples harden, my cunt dripping down my thighs." My breath catches, my fingers trembling as I type. My own pussy mirrors the words, wet and aching, and I shift, the chair creaking under me

“And I love romance. I love it all. What a hybrid.” “I’ll quite willingly write filth for you, if you’d like that,” I told her, my heat taking hold. “I’ll write about all the seedy disgusting games I’d like to play with you, handing them over as an instruction manual when you walk in through the door. How about that? Here’s the chapter for the day, sweetheart. Spread your legs so I can stretch your tight little cunt wide and take photos of you gagged like a whore, here’s the screen play.”

“My perfect little pet. Keep going. Make it wet. Make it messy. Just like your story.” I obeyed, letting myself be sloppy, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes from the depth. My jaw ached. My knees hurt against the carpet. My clit throbbed painfully between my legs. But I didn’t stop. I wanted this. I had written this fantasy a dozen times and the reality was so much better. Professor Hawthorne’s breathing grew harsher. His thighs tensed around me. “I’m close,” he warned. “When I come, you’re going to swallow every drop. Understand?”

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

Word count : 4328 You guys won't believe but while writing this chap ,I went to pee twice in a while. You all know that WITROL is my first novel writing attempt so is this MATURE stuffs. So plz do tell me honestly how I did. Was it worth of your waiting or I need to work more hard. And our upcoming few 4 - 5 chaps will also be MATURE. So plz guys lemme know all your views . And plz do vote , I have tried my level best to make this chap. And don't keep your thoughts bound . Lots of love Priya.

“Alright. But you’re not allowed to read mine.” “Fair.” We start slow. I write things that make my cheeks warm—late-night kisses in unexpected places, slow dancing when it’s just us, being pinned against a wall just to be kissed. I write about how I want my pussy to be eaten like he's a hungry man who hasn't had a proper decent meal in days. I write about lots of nasty, dirty things and I'm blushing as I'm writing each one. I drop each one in quickly. “You're not allowed to read mine,” I warn him.

It certainly has spiced up our sex life and been really fun to get together to write this these last few weeks. After the smash hit and great responses of the first chapter, he reached out to us and wanted to write more, which we gladly obliged. We helped write and edit these chapters as well, exploring a mix of what we do in IRL (Roleplay scene, gangbangs, and using toys in public are just a few examples) and some fantasies as well (Sarah would KILL to be in a bukkake). We hope you have enjoyed it as much as we enjoyed writing and editing it. I know I am hoping for at least one more chapter as it has at least 1 or 2 more scenes we'd really like to explore, but we'll see just how far we want