Interactive Erotica Novels & Stories

My body spasmed around him and walls fluttered as my orgasm ripped through me. He groaned above me, low and rough, before spilling hot inside me. I was drained, breathless, but the throbbing between my legs wouldn’t quit. I rubbed against him, needy, until his palm met my breast in a firm slap. “Let me rest, nymph.” Later, on my way home, I was buried in my Kindle, reading an erotica collection filled with the kind of smut that would definitely inspire our next genital meet and greet, when I noticed the same car that had subtly followed me on my way earlier overtaking my ride.

Ryan shut the door behind us. He didn’t speak at first. Just looked at me. And then— He brought out a rose vibrator and a black dildo. “Ryan!!” I nearly screamed but he placed his hand over my mouth He leaned in closer, placing the other over my ass. “C’mon… just a lil bit of fun.” “You’re sick… fuck.” I breathed but there was no venom in it, my voice shook with something else entirely. “But we won’t use the tools.” He gave a helpless little shrug then crashed his lips on mine.

It becomes slower, heavier, more… intimate. This time it's not for an audience, not for money for me. Only me and I feel it. Every movement pulls at something inside me, something primal and dangerous and starving. My body responds without permission, heat building, control unraveling thread by thread. I reach for him but I do not touch him, not yet but even that is enough. He reacts, arches, draws closer without meaning to. My wolf roars, he answers us and that’s when it clicks. Not fully, not clearly but enough.

"I'm flattered, Mrs. Melinda. It's important you feel comfortable here. Now, let's dig a little deeper. What kind of erotica draws you in? The kind that builds slowly, or something..something more.. direct?" In my mind, I pictured her reading about a doctor like me, hypnotizing a patient into submission. Her body arching under my commands. I watched her bite her lips, considering her answer. This was going to be exquisite. She shifted on the couch, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. "It's mostly the forbidden ones, of course. Power dynamics, losing control to someone trustworthy. Scenes where the mind opens up and the body follows. I dream about it.. being guided, touched in ways I can't ad

I will only give her what she is ready for. But this? This is even better than any phone sex that the humans could ever have, because I can feel her emotions. I can see her through her mind’s eye. If I concentrate hard enough, I can even feel some of the sensations that she’s feeling. Though I’m trying not to feel that, because that will surely make me blow my load faster than anything else and I want this to last. I need it to. She’s teasing both of us right now. Touching herself, but only barely. Getting closer and closer to the apex of her thighs, the wetness that shines there, but not actually touching it.

Untamed, raw, and primal, the squishy sounds of intense slapping of their flesh and the smell of sweats combined and lingers in the room. "See you tomorrow...E-eiryss..." Barely caught her breath, legs quivered and eyes were half-open in pure ecstasy. Sumire hung up the call and right there, she let out an erotic moan, a delicious wave of orgasm rocked over her. Crying out in pleasure, she shuddered beneath him.

“No. That would be fine. A little weird, but fine.” “Why is it weird?” I narrowed her eyes. “Have you taught other women how to use vibrators?” “Of course.” “Oh.” A little taken aback by this matter-of-fact answer, I concluded, “I guess it’s not that weird after all.” Oyin smiled and reached into his case, pulling out a DVD. “This was the best I could find if we want to start with erotica again this evening. Well-made, female-oriented erotic movies are few and far between. This is a series of short films, so each is just a half hour. That would leave us more time, which might be smart if we want to practice with the vibrator before we move on to intercourse.”’

Cain closed the door and turned to face me as I ran a hand through my hair, attempting to regain composure. "What did he say?" I asked. "Something that could have waited until morning." He watched me with a wary gaze, his eyebrows drawn together slightly. "Why did you pull away so quickly?" He asked slowly. "You said we couldn't have sex," I told him honestly. "That wasn't sex" "It was foreplay," I countered, "which, by definition, leads to other things." He let out a long sigh, a rather angry expression still plastered on his face. "I need another cold shower," he said, beginning to walk back towards the bathroom.

Isabella understood instinctively that this encounter would be unforgettable. Giovanni's voice, laced with desire, caressed her ear, instructing her to beg him to fuck her. Whimpers and moans escaped her lips, surrendering to his dominance and surrendering to her own carnal desires. As he withdrew his throbbing cock from her depths, a wave of emptiness washed over her, only to be replaced by a renewed surge of pleasure as he plunged back into her with fervor. Her entire body quivered with each powerful thrust, her heavy breasts swaying in sync with their rhythm. The symphony of their passion intensified, painting an erotic tableau in which pleasure and desire converged in a captivating dance

She shamefully clasps her hands on her face while she squirts as I coax her. When I had enough, I glide my toe to her slick folds and plunge into her warm inner walls while I close my fist over my cock, palming it. “Oh, fuck! Dima…” She vibrates, her palms kneading her tits. “This is too naughty. So erotic.” She cries out, touching her nipples. “Touch your clit, rypka.” I urge and she traces one hand over her clit and teases it while I fuck her with my toe then I fist my dick.