Irotica Stories Novels & Stories

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

Still, some hunters remembered and used them to segregate us from their own. “Just a minute,” Iris’s voice rings through the air from a corner in the colorful store. I survey the space, feeling a little happier when I find that I’m the only customer inside. I roam the shelves decked in records of all kinds and sizes, scanning the artists for any I know and only finding a few. But I wasn’t interested in getting anything from this store; I listened to music provided by the supernatural, adjusted specifically for wolves’ ears.

Amanda lay sprawled across the living-room rug, body slick with sweat and cum, chest heaving as the five men circled her like predators who’d already tasted blood. Diego’s massive cock was still half-hard, glistening with her juices and his own release; Tyler’s curved shaft twitched at the sight of her ruined holes leaking thick white ropes down her inner thighs. Kelvin, Jace, and Marcus stroked themselves lazily—cocks shiny, veins pulsing, ready for round three, four, whatever it took to break her completely.

"Aren't everyone's life a bit of a mess?" "I've known for you three days and two out of that three days we already been through so much of...of..." she trails off, then added. "Stupid encounter." Saga raise his eyebrow, "Stupid encounter?" Kira groan again, "I think I've reach my quota of stupid encounter." "I didn't know you were such a drama queen," Saga teased, making her look up and glare at him. "Besides, I like enjoying stupid encounter with you. It'll be a good story to tell don't you think?"

and today might be her birthday, not that one cold day in the winter when Nathan was never around. So, clutching at her chest, she screamed—into the dark, into the storm, into the chaos mirroring the one inside her. Atlas... what did he know? And Amara? That fire talk had to be something, right? Would she tell her, or was she in on all of this too? So under the rain, she let the tears trail down her cheek, shoulders shaking and wondering if she'd ever be able to show her face out again. And who really was Iris if she wasn't the Gamma's daughter?

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

Camilla's POV I never meant to crave him like this. It sneaks up on me, this sick twisted hunger, wrapping around my thoughts like smoke until I can't breathe without tasting it. Three months ago, everything shattered because of my father's stupidity. He gambled away money he never had, borrowing from shadows he couldn't outrun, stealing from one of the most dangerous man in Italy. The Mafia, Dario Moretti—The Bloodhound—they call him that for a reason. He tracks down what's owed, stolen, and he doesn't forgive. When Dario found out my dad had stolen from him, he didn't hesitate. He took the only thing left with any real value. Me.

By the time the city lights faded and the first hint of morning pressed against the curtains of her apartment, Aneet had closed her eyes for barely an hour. The night had been a digital descent into a special kind of self-inflicted torture, a cyclical pilgrimage through Ananya’s I*******m feed, zooming in on that single, devastating background photo, then spiraling out to stalk other attendees, searching for paparazzi videos, any crumb of context. She found nothing more. Ahaan had left no other trace. The fact that he and Suhana didn’t even follow each other was a cruel, confusing detail to her heart. By the time the first weak light filtered through her window, she accepted the truth.

She leaned in and licked a line of sweat from my collarbone, then bit down on my skin, sucking on it until a hickey formed. Tasha blew out the candle and set it aside, then dragged her fingers through the cooling wax, pressing it into my skin before peeling a strip away slowly. Tasha swung her leg back over mine and resumed the scissoring. Her pussy was even wetter now, sliding against mine with every movement of her hips. She reached between us again, spreading both our folds so our clits could rub directly against each other. The friction between our wet swollen cunts sent jolts straight through me. Belle's hand tightened on my throat again while she kissed me, her tongue pushing into my m

We all nod in agreement with Johnny. “The other books that mention the amulet seem to mainly be Pagan, Norse, Celtic or Viking fairy tales. The more modern stories seem to be variations of these stories.” “What are the stories about?” I ask yawning. “Mainly light versus dark, that sort of thing, or adaptations of that story like most fairy tales really. I’m going to read through again when I get chance. But for now I have other things to work on” Just as Johnny called it a night and for us to go to bed Will walked in and scooped up Rae in his arms. They left giggling and I couldn’t help but think they were so cute. They looked the perfect pair, they complimented each other in every way it wa