Histoire Erotiques Novels & Stories

Damien began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, his body pressing against mine with each thrust. "Damien," I whispered, my voice breathy and needy. "You feel so good. So fucking good." He captured my lips in another kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as his body explored mine. I could feel the pressure building, my body coiling tight with anticipation. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to go faster. Suddenly, I felt it...the rush of sensation, the release of pressure. I cried out, my body convulsing as I squirted, the wetness soaking the sofa beneath us.

- Je vais te rappeler ce que ça fait de faire l'amour. Joignant le geste à la parole, il remplace ses doigts par ses lèvres chaudes sur son corps. Un baisser passionnant, ardent, fougueux. Sa langue par à la recherche de la sienne pour un valse parfait. Il retire le top que portait Léa, un sourire se dessine sur ses lèvres en découvrant ses tétons rosies. Il se penche en avant pour les prendre en bouche. Léa se cambre contre l'accoudoir du canapé. Il profite de la position pour continuer son chemin passant par son nombril, où il donne un coup de langue ce qui fait sursauter Léa. Elle même ne savait pas que son nombril était une zone érogène. Sans s'attarder, il continue de descendre jusqu'à

The warm, soft feeling made my whole body tremble. It felt so good. That intense wave of pleasure shot through me like electricity. I gripped the edge of the bed and swallowed hard, afraid to even make a sound. Every cell in my body felt like it was on fire. I couldn't hold back anymore. I pushed Lauren down beneath me and pressed against her with all my strength. She opened herself to me. We spent the next few hours together. When we finally stopped, it was already 3:00 am. Lauren and I fell into a deep sleep.

"Alone at Last" TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. " Xavier's POV " For months she had been my obsession.

I rasped. I hiked her skirt up, revealing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. She was already soaking, her juices glistening in the dim light of the bathroom. I dropped to my knees, my hands prying her thighs wide. I didn't hesitate; I buried my face in her, my tongue finding her clit and swirling around it with a hard, rhythmic pressure. Tinashe shrieked, her head tossing back against the wall, the sound muffled by the music outside. "Eric! Oh, God, right there!"

Well there was only two weeks left to enjoy her and I was doing that as much as I could. Not that I didn't actually enjoy the class itself as I had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what I was writing was dirty stories, or as the web sites called it; erotica. I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews.

I returned the favour, tracing useless circles over clit until I felt the build-up in her lower belly. Arching my ass just high enough to give her some air, she let out a desperate cry. “I'm gonna cum. P—Please—” I rested my ass on her face again, and let her whimper straight into my holes as she squirted. Hurst reveled. Gleaming, hardening. “Here's your reward, Mrs. Morales.” I turned again before he could cum inside her, and rested my body perfectly on hers. Mouth to mouth, pelvis against pelvis.

This is probably the definition of pathetic. But I don’t care. I press his shirt to my face, breathing in his scent, and slide my hand between my legs. I’m already wet. I’ve been wet since I jumped into his arms this afternoon. The ache between my thighs is almost painful now. I circle my clit with my fingers, slow at first, imagining it’s his hand. Imagining him touching me, those rough callused fingers on my skin. “Damon,” I whisper into his shirt. My fingers move faster. I imagine him here, in my bed, those storm-gray eyes dark with lust. Imagine him spreading my legs and putting his mouth on me. Imagine his tongue…

My own fingers never left my clit, working in a frantic, blurred motion. I pushed off Dante one more time, another fountain of my release spraying so far it almost cleared the bed. I was beyond gone. I sank back down, gripping Kael’s length to stroke him while Jax grabbed me by the neck, pulling me into a deep, desperate kiss. When he pulled away, he kept his hand on my throat, his eyes dark with a terrifying intensity. "You like being our little secret, don't you, Ariel? You like being the family slut."