How To Write Erotica Novels & Stories

He finished inside her, groaning quietly as his cum flooded her again. Elena became addicted to the danger and the pleasure. Every Thursday she grew wetter just walking into the library. She started touching herself lightly in class while looking at Roman. Her pussy stayed constantly sensitive. She loved the way her ass stung after his spankings. She loved feeling his cum leak out of her for hours afterward.

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

“It’s perfect for beginners. You can see my face, watch my reactions, control the depth, and kiss me while you fuck me. Come here.” I crawled between her thighs, heart hammering. My cock was so hard it almost hurt, the head angry and leaking. Elara reached down and wrapped her hand around me, stroking slowly as she guided me to her entrance. “Rub the head up and down my slit first,” she instructed. “Get it nice and wet with my cum. Tease my clit.” I obeyed, sliding my throbbing cock along her soaked folds. She moaned softly every time I bumped her sensitive clit.

It wasn’t much, but it was a start. “Yes. I’ll stay on the bed. I promise.” She decided to reward him by dipping her hand to her sex and stroking herself. “Don’t be too long.” His eyes flared with hunger as he watched her touch herself. She slipped two fingers into her sex and began rubbing her clit with her other hand. She imagined his cock inside of her again – and it did the trick. A fresh wave of arousal coiled through her insides, making her cunt clench up with need. Her nipples became erect, taut little pink buds which stood out perfectly from her sexy tits. ‘What on earth are you doing!!’ her wolf cried. But she adamantly refused to think.

“Fill my tight little virgin pussy with that thick cock of yours. Make me yours.” My fingers slide between my thighs. My breath catches. My heart pounds. My panties are almost dripping. I stand up, letting them fall down my legs, stepping out of them with slow, deliberate grace. My wetness clings to my inner thighs. I drag my skirt up to my waist and sit back on his desk, legs parted, giving in to the fantasy. One finger grazes my clit and my hips buck. It feels electric. I shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t care.

Her juices coated his lips, and she moaned loudly, “Mmm, yes.” “Write now,” Hayes said. His tongue swirled over her clit, and he handed her a pen. “Write how my screaming slut’s pussy needs me.” Eva’s hand shook, and she scribbled, “My pussy belongs to him, I’m his dirty girl.” Her fingers rubbed her clit faster, screams echoed, “Aaah! Oh god!” His tongue licked deeper, tasted her slickness, and she cried, “Please, more!” He pulled back, teasing her. “Not yet, beg louder.”

He studied the title - Watching Me, Watching You - then carefully flipped it open. Words leapt up from the page at him. Words that in his current hyper-sensitised state, carried arousing and magical weight: ‘naked’, ‘moist’, ‘distended’. Every letter, every sound in his head, every nuance of meaning seemed to scream to his cock about the body of the writer herself. ‘You can borrow that if you like,’ Diamanda said, looking up briefly from the wafer-thin portable computer notepad she’d pulled out of her other pocket.

that gets half the work done. Now let’s get that hot little skirt off you. Yeah, undo the buttons slowly and let it slide down your sexy thighs. Feel that smooth material glide down, savour the sensation on your responding skin. Oh, you are so perfect. Yeah, give me a smile, sweetie... as you kick away your skirt. Oh, look at those cute cotton panties. Is that a telltale damp smear I see at the crotch... oh, yes... you are so ready for this, baby. Oh, yeah... toss your head back and run your fingers through your hair... let your body build up all that sexual energy. Ah, beautiful. Now lie back on the bed and run your hands all over your body. Feel the sexual energy charging up all inside you

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, Lucas. Oh, god.” His body went rigid, but I kept going. I kept grinding until the heat inside of me, the alpha inside of me, roared to life, bursting into uncontrollable flames. I growled deep in my chest as I rocked leisurely into him, riding the high for as long as possible. I rode it until the very last drop fell onto my tongue, and cum was seeping through my underwear, damn near leaking through my gym shorts. Leaning my head against his chest, I closed my eyes, listening as Elias tried to catch his breath. I was doing the same, trying to ignore the way my hair was sticking to my forehead from all the sweat.

I was traveling thousands of miles, leaving my oblivious wife at home, to fuck a young girl I had met online because she enjoyed the stories I wrote. If you asked me why I started writing and publishing erotica on Literotica, I do not believe I could give you a full and satisfactory answer. I had been reading the site for some years, had an idea for a story that I wrote out and, after a very short time hemming and hawing, published it.