Histoire Erotiques Novels & Stories

A LOVE FOR SPANKING - 2 He wrapped his arms around her small frame and kissed her passionately. His kiss was soft and gentle. His tongue softly prodded, asking permission to enter her mouth. Erica opened, granting him entry. Dave's hands roamed her firm body. His fingers brushed against her hardening nipples. He lifted Erica up, and she wrapped her legs around him. He carried her over to the couch and laid her down softly. His mouth explored, leaving a trail of kisses down her body. She ran her hands through his shaggy brown hair as she arched her back. His mouth found her nipple, and he teasingly circled it with his tongue before clamping down, causing Erica to moan loudly.

Ero **** on the first date she confided in me i have a chromosomal disorder, disorder, disorder i need love and pain strangely mixed together my elixirs i suffer reality distoooorrtions a ghastly Vatican of ****** compulsions my soul is black matter my **** a seething cauldron of despicable desire my *** cries for homicidal cruelty mold me into a ******* fold me like a two dollar beach chair the wrong way tear me to bits unwind my intestine eat me like a blood ******* ghoul make me squirm like an anime victim i thought oh finally a soul mate with soul strange as a Dionysian mad hatter on hallucinogenics hot girl creeping grimacing at me meandering conjurations by ****** contortions stunning

Gracie moaned as she was getting stroked by David. He started going rough and hard, stretching her pussy. Thrusting fast, making her scream with every stroke he made. He pulled out, hitting his cock on are curvy ass. She took his cock and shoved it back into her pussy, “Fuck me…. harder” she said, filled with sexual feelings and lust. He held her neck with one hand and used the other to grip tight on her waist almost hard enough to bruise her. Then he stroked her pussy slowly, filling it with his huge cock while he held her neck, and had her begging for more.

Chapter: 16 ******** As their passion continued to ignite, Kurt and Erik became lost in each other, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The room filled with their intertwined moans and gasps, the atmosphere heavy with desire and the scent of their arousal. Kurt's hands explored Erik's body, tracing the contours of his muscles and evoking pleasurable shivers. Overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, Erik fully surrendered himself to Kurt's touch. His body arched off the bed, craving more of the exquisite friction that Kurt provided. Their kisses grew more urgent, their insatiable hunger for each other driving them forward.

I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking slowly and firmly, savouring the friction. To amp it up, I grabbed my phone from the side table, thumbing open a private browser. Porn—something quick and dirty. I scrolled to a video of a brunette in a rain-soaked shirt, her body arching as a guy peeled it off. The actress moaned, it was fake but effective to heighten the mood, her tits bouncing as he fucked her against a wall.

Her nails, trapped against the wall, scratch against the paint, leaving faint, desperate marks. He fucks her like she’s a sin he’s confessing through flesh. Each thrust is an act of violent absolution, a purging of the twisted desires that have consumed him. He pours his rage, his obsession, his desperate craving into her, making her body bear the weight of his torment. He feels the friction, the wet heat, the slick slide of skin on skin, each movement a testament to his dominance, to her involuntary submission.

she begged, tracing a hand over her trembling, wet chin. I didn't bother answering. I simply hauled her up by her hair and dragged her brutally across the mattress. I ordered her to get on all fours, her ass hoisted high in the dead center of the bed, her face hovering over the edge of the mattress. Now, it was time for her to savor Saul. In the underbelly of the club, he was known as EROS—the god of love and desire. He moved with a more sensual, deceptive tenderness, while I, Ares, was the raw, unbridled brute. It was the exact reason our joint scenes were so intoxicating.

I let out a loud, choked-off cry. He started a brutal, fast pace. The desk was hitting the wall—thud, thud, thud. Every time he slammed into me, I felt a wave of shared heat explode in my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down so I could bite his shoulder. I wanted to mark him. I wanted everyone to know he belonged to me. The erotica of the moment was overwhelming. We were two people who should not be together, doing things that were forbidden. The risk of being caught made it even hotter. I could feel him clenching, his muscles getting hard as he pushed deeper and faster.

She wanted to feel their clits rub against each other, she wanted to hear the echoes of their voices as they both reached climax. As if the both of them had been compelled by an unseen force, they pulled into each other again, and Helena slid her hand up Elora’s leg again, and this time, she got far enough to Elora’s cunt. “Fuck, it’s like there is fire in your fingertips, sweetheart.” Elora moaned. “You set me on fire each time.” She added, and at that moment, Helena spread her pussy lips and felt just how wet Elora was. The liquid drove Helena insane with the urge to taste it, but she only kept rubbing Elora’s cunt, drawing more juice out of it as the apartment they both shared filled up w

He leaned down, biting my bottom lip hard enough to sting, then sucking it into his mouth before pulling back. "Say it louder," he growled, adding a third finger, stretching me wide, the wet sounds loud in the room as he fucked me with them fast. "Tell me you love my cum inside you." "I love it," I moaned, voice breaking, hips bucking up to meet his hand. "Fuck, Haiden, I love your cum leaking out of me, I love feeling you all day." It was embarrassing how true it was, how my body craved it, pussy soaking his fingers, clit throbbing every time he brushed it with his thumb.