Kristen Written Erotica Novels & Stories

I could feel every inch of him go in and out in seconds, he was so full inside me, I couldn’t breathe. And not because he was choking me, but because the sensation around was killing me. He drove in deeper and faster and I screamed out in pleasure and closed my eyes. “Look at me”, he demanded. “Look at me as I ruin you”, he said again. Then he smacked my ass hard making me start begging. I don’t even know what I was begging for but the feeling around was too good i just had to start begging. “Fuck Youre so sweet Ava, damn Youre so fight”

When she finished, they were sloppily kissing, strings of spit and cum connecting their dirty mouths. Krista broke the kiss and then lay down on the ground on her side and she spread her legs open. Callista got a beautiful view of Krista, her breasts hanging tightly from her body, her stomach flat, and her pussy dripping and inviting. She looked like a classical painting. But apparently, Krista did not want to merely be viewed. She hooked her finer at Callista, beckoning her forward.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

The cold metal of the crucifix heightened the feelings, sending jolts through me as my dick jumped and pulsed inside her. She gasped, her hips stuttering as pleasure mixed with the slight sting of the cold metal. "God forgive me," she whispered, but her hips never stopped moving. I chuckled darkly, pressing harder with the crucifix. "He's not here right now, Sister.” Pulling the crucifix away, I held it out in front of her face. "Kiss it," I demanded, pressing the cold metal against her lips. She kissed the crucifix, her tongue licking the holy symbol.

Lauren has the biggest smile I've ever seen as she watches our bodies jerkily contort with pleasure right in front of her. I release her hips and Kristina falls forward onto Lauren's body, disengaging my spent cock as she settles down on top of her best friend. I collapse beside them and watch Lauren pull Kristina's face to hers for a passionate kiss. Unfuckingbelievable! This is quite the erotic vision! Kristina is stretched out over Lauren, her small chest mashed against Lauren's luscious breasts. Lauren's legs are still spread and Kristina's body is nestled between them. Fuck! Their pussies are pressing against each other too.

She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene. Travis's hands grasped her hips, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through her body, as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Are you ready, Sadile?" he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent a jolt of excitement through her. Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that

That smoky quartz necklace flopped against her chest, jangling discordantly. I tried to move my hips. To seek my own pleasure while she dug for hers. But Vanessa held me down with her hips. "Not yet," she said, harshly, and I wondered what she could be waiting for. I quickly found out. "Oh... Oh God," Ariana said. Brian was squeezing her tits, the flesh threaded through his fingers. He had his dick right on top of Ariana's pussy, and he masterfully dragged it back and forth over her clit.

He moved his hand back and forth, rubbing her through her pants, and she felt herself getting wet. "I said let me fuck your brains out, and then you can go back to work. I can feel how wet you are already. Let me take care of easing that ache. I promise you won't be disappointed." Jon put his mouth on her earlobe and sucked it while still moving his hand between her legs. "I've never done anything like this before," Krista said breathlessly as she opened her legs a little wider wanting to feel more.

’ Karen cried eagerly, forgetting any other lover she’d ever had, driven by this need to satisfy Armina. She used a light, rhythmical stroke, feeling the clit stalk thickening, the head swelling even more, feeling the shivers gathering in Armina’s limbs, smelling the fresh juices welling from the mouth of her vagina. It was heady stuff, making her own nub burn and quiver in response.

“I killed Mr. Winston. And I kidnapped Beatrix. But it wasn’t only because I wanted power. It was… It was because of what he did to me.” Peterson raised an eyebrow. “What did he do?” Kristien’s whole body shook as she spoke. “He… he raped me,” she said, the words almost inaudible. “Mr. Winston. He… he took advantage of me.” Peterson was silent for a moment, his expression grave. “I see,” he said finally. “I’m sorry. That must have been difficult for you to admit.” Kristien nodded, tears streaming down her face. “I just couldn’t take it anymore,” she said. “I couldn’t bear to see him every day, knowing what he’d done. It… it drove me insane.”