Novel & Cerita Hot Erotica Stories

He took one of my breast in his hands, fondling with it, and then he put it into his mouth, sucking all nibbling on it while his other hand was all over my other breast, pinching my nipples hard and giving me so much pleasure. Then he grabbed the two of them and started kissing and sucking them, taking his time as he went. I was so wet. He released one breast and put his fingers in between my legs and started fingering me. Oh God! “damn you’re so wet”, he mumbled and then laid me on the bed. He whispered that he wanted to get a condom but I stopped him and pulled him to me I just wanted that dick. “You want me so bad yeah?” He asked “Please”, I begged

Her legs trembled, and she gripped the edge of the desk tighter. Professor Kane added a third finger, stretching her more. He fucked her with his hand, the palm slapping against her clit with every thrust. Sara moaned louder, not caring if anyone outside might hear. The pressure built fast. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, and she came hard within minutes. Her body shook, and her juices squirted a little, dripping down her thighs and onto the floor. He did not stop. He pulled his fingers out, and she heard the sound of his zipper. Then the thick head of his cock pressed against her entrance. He rubbed it up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness, before pushing in deep in on

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

We were the perfect love story, and we could have remained so…if only I hadn’t…. “Liv, what do you want?” Mark asked, snapping me out of my thoughts again. My eyes darted over the menu, “Ummh, could you order for me. I need to use the restroom real quick.” I barely heard his response as I literally sprinted towards the restroom. Have you ever been horny? I don’t mean that little urge you feel when you’re next to a man you like. I’m talking about full blown crazy need for sex. You can feel your blood dancing, your heart racing, your cunt wet and so full that something as simple as your thong grazing against your clit is electrifying.

I felt a rush of liquid heat flood out of me, soaking his cock, dripping down his balls. It felt like a faucet had been turned on inside me, a continuous, uncontrollable stream that made the slide of his dick impossibly wet and loud. I couldn't see it, but I felt the hot, slick mess spreading instantly, coating us both, making the room smell more like sex. Aaron's hips stilled, but his dick throbbed, pulsing against my clenching walls. He collapsed forward, his chest crushing my breasts, his weight pinning me to the mattress.

She was already close; the angle, the depth, the sheer wrongness of it pushing her toward an edge she hadn't expected to find. “You like this, don't you?” He growled. “You like being fucked by your ex's father.” “Yes.” She wasn't acting anymore. “Yes, Conrad. Fuck. Right there.” He reached around to touch her clit. His rough fingers already knew exactly where to press. She came with a cry that ripped out of her throat, her body clenching around him, and he followed a second later, burying himself deep, groaning her name like a prayer. They stayed like that, bent over the workbench. He was with his chest against her back, and his breath hot on her neck, his softening cock still inside her.

ARC 10: MOONFLOWER ON THE ALTAR WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content, omegaverse dynamics with alpha/omega knotting and breeding, public gangbang, intense dubcon/noncon elements, and pack breeding/claiming themes. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to dark, unrestrained erotic fiction ---- My name is Vespera Eric, and I have spent every one of my twenty-one years knowing exactly how this night would end.

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

He wanted to see her nipples scraping against the desk as he hammered into her from behind, his balls slapping against her thighs in a relentless, rhythmic assault. "You’re going to take every inch of it, Jane Doe," he muttered, his hand moving in a frantic, blurred motion. He was feral now, his fantasies shifting from the library to his own bed, imagining her legs hooked over his shoulders while he worked her clit and fucked her ass at the same time. He wanted to see her face get red, her eyes watering as he bottomed out in her bowels, stretching her into a messy, broken puddle of a girl. He was right on the edge, his heart hammering against his ribs like a basketball hitting the hardwood.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier