Insect Erotica Novels & Stories

The pressure was dancing over my clit, causing me to press my thighs together. "That's enough," he countered. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "I want you to realize that even without my hands on you, I own your reactions. I am the current in your blood right now." He began to move his body against mine, a slow, grinding friction that was emphasized by the conductive net. Every time our skin met through the gaps in the mesh, the spark tripled in intensity. This was it. I was being electrocuted by desire.

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…

She would worry about Jessica’s fury later if she were to find out. Their breathing became heavier as they approached climax, and the sounds of flesh slapping, punctuated by moans and groans, echoed in the tiny room. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, turning her on even more. Fireworks exploded in her as she hit her climax, her body shaking and her walls gripping him tight as she came. With one final thrust, his legs shook as he spilled his seed inside her, her inner walls convulsing as she milked him dry.

On the screen, a muscular top was destroying a younger guy’s ass in a brutal doggy-style, the bottom moaning like a cheap slut, begging to be fucked to stupor. Elena was whispering along with him, “Fuck me harder, fuck my hole,” her fingers plunging in and out in perfect rhythm. She came so hard she didn’t even notice me standing in the doorway at first. The second time was even something else. She was on the living room couch, skirt around her waist, no panties, one leg hooked over the armrest. Two hung studs were spit-roasting a eager bottom on our TV — one thick cock slamming down his throat, the other pounding his ass raw.

I held his shoulders as my legs shivered and I cried out in ecstasy. “Tell me Elena, did you miss me?” he asked with a low seductive voice. “Tell me how you missed me stroking your wet pussy” he said. “I missed you Nate, I missed fucking you” I cried out. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, withdrawing his hand. “Don’t stop touching me Nate, fuck me please.” I begged, shamelessly. “That’s nice to hear” he said and he pushed me to the wall, he went down on his raising one of my legs and placing it on his shoulder. Then he buried his face into my fucking pussy

And the beautiful girl was. Only now she had turned over and her perfect backside was on display and I found that JUST as fascinating as were the girl’s beautiful face and breasts. I let out an involuntary sigh and resumed my voyeuristic pastime. I was beginning to feel an erotic itch, deep between my legs as I continued to stare and contemplated what I might do next. I felt like a sleazy peeping Tom. Obviously, I thought, I should just close the sliding glass windows and leave for dinner…or a drink…or anything to get my mind off this lovely creature that had me so confused and excited.

My cuffed hands twisted uselessly behind my back, the metal cold against my skin. “Fuck!” He growled behind me like an animal, “What a tight little cunt you got.” He pulled back slowly, his cock sliding out, rubbing deliciously against my clit. I felt so weird and empty, and needed to be full again. So, I pushed my hips back desperately, chasing it… chasing his thickness… chasing him. He let out another low, dark chuckle. “You really are a slut. You want this cock?” I nodded desperately. “I need it.”

“Not a fucking sound, you filthy little slut.” Elena’s eyes fluttered. Her pussy clenched hard around nothing, a fresh gush of arousal sliding down her thigh. Marcus’s other hand slid down her body under the duvet, possessively cupping her breast through the silk, pinching the stiff nipple until she whimpered against his palm. He rocked his hips forward, sliding his now rock-hard cock up and down between her soaked folds, coating every inch in her juices. The fat head bumped her clit repeatedly, sending sparks through her core.

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