Insect Erotica Novels & Stories

Like a lepidopterist mounting a tough-skinned insect with a too blunt pin he screwed himself into her. He has been burning to lay her body down on the bed and spread those legs, to bury his nose in that moist vulva like a sow nuzzling for a nest of black truffles, then to turn her body over on its stomach, spread those buttocks with both hands to contemplate the purplish rosette of the anus blinking gently like an eye, put his nose to it, and breathe in.

She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'

"You see how beautiful you are when you're taking my cock?" I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small, silver vibrator. I turned it on. It buzzed softly in my hand. I leaned forward and pressed it against her clit while I continued to fuck her from behind. "Oh god," she cried out. The sudden stimulation on her clit was almost too much. "Keep watching," I ordered. "Watch yourself come."

Sex Ed with Mom: A mother teaches her son all about the birds and the bees. NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex, incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> Chelsea, the petite blonde mother, gyrated her hips on top of her lover, her hanging hair covering his and her face like golden curtains.

It seemed as though this creature was on Viagra. The dragon began to examine every part of the woman’s body, its long muscular arms reaching down to molest her melonous breasts that swung beneath her, then feeling up and down her thighs, before giving her ass a playful slap. The clap of the creature’s hand rippled her bum-flesh, so hard that a nut-eating squirrel in a nearby bush got a bit of a scare and jumped away.

“Although the erotic scenes are beautifully written, the plot is hella boring.” Theo let out a deep chuckle, leaning back on the couch. “Finally, someone that gets it. I mean, it has so much potential to be a blast, right?” “Exactly,” Nico continued to flip through the book. “Sex is cool and all but it’s boring when it happens without any plot. You know what I mean?” Theo scoffed. “You mean like these p**n videos that just get into the whole thing without any prior action.” Nico watched him quietly, the corners of his lips tilted up in a small smile. “You sound like you know your game.”

Zee’s voice was quiet but firm. Nina nodded even though Zee couldn’t see. “We had sex, Zee. I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t even try hard enough to stop it.” “Oh, Nina…” Nina’s chest felt tight, like something heavy pressed against it. “The worst part? I enjoyed it. God, I enjoyed it so much, and it scares me because… I love Adrian. I really do. But when Marcus touches me… it’s different. Rougher. Darker. It makes me feel alive in a way I can’t explain.”

A continuation from the last chapter … Leaving her body and shortly my nose caught it, I began to get an erection, my mind racing through thoughts of pushing my dick inside her wet pussy. And I quickly caught it, she was releasing pheromones, an intense one. I turned to tell selena and to a jaw dropping view, her skirt was raised to her upper thigh, her finger rubbing around her clit through her panties, her tongue soak and dripping as her eyes rolled back, she was gone. I looked again to where the mother nature was and there was no sight of her but Mike laid on the floor. I felt a warm touch on my dick through my shorts, and I turned, it was her, her skin shinning, her scent of both roses a

His touch was all I needed. My hungry hole ached for more. My fingers were not filling me enough. I let out a low growl before withdrawing my hands. Fuck Daniel, I sighed. Before my hands were enough. The images of my men from erotica were enough. Now nothing felt good enough. I sat up and opened the drawer beside my bed. My eyes fell on a vibrator—black, thick, and long. My fingers curled around it before taking it out. I leaned back into the mattress, bending my knees and parting my legs.

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”