Les Erotica Novels & Stories

Her cry echoed through the room. Sienna leaned down, kissing her as Ezra moved. It was filthy and slow. Deep strokes. Jade writhed beneath them. Then Sienna moved lower, licking between Jade’s breasts, down her stomach, until her mouth joined Ezra’s rhythm. Kisses on her thighs. Light sucks on her clit. Jade shattered. Her orgasm rolled through her like a thunderstorm. Ezra kept going. Sienna moaned like she’d felt it too. When Jade came down, panting, she looked at them both.

Once she was buried to the hilt, she started thrusting, deep, steady strokes that made my breasts bounce with every movement. Elena fucked me harder, her hands gripping my thighs as she drove the strap-on into me. The wet slapping sounds filled the bedroom. She leaned down and sucked on my nipples while continuing her relentless pace. “You look so pretty getting fucked,” she whispered. “My husband’s perfect little assistant, spreading her legs for his wife.” The taboo words sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. I came hard around the dildo, my walls clenching as pleasure ripped through my body. Elena didn’t stop. She flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, and took me from behind.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

And yes Miss-Goodie-Two-Shoes, that includes you too. Anyway, getting off track here. So as I was saying, I'm an erotic romance writer (yes that's a category), which means that it's not all about just sex, sex and more sex, contrary to popular beliefs, erotica’s have story lines too. And it does not include sleeping with every XY-gene on sight. But like I said before, I am severely lagging in experience and to cover for that, I watch a hell lot of porn and read thousands erotic novels. To say that I could write my very own Kama sutra would be an understatement.

I continued my dance , swaying my hips and teasing him . Slowly, I started taking off the lingerie from the bralette, revealing my firm, round breasts and my nipples which were already hard as stones. Nathan’s breathing grew heavy as he watched, completely mesmerized by my erotic display. He reached out, tracing a finger down my stomach, pausing at my waist . I moaned softly as his fingers brushed against my sensitive skin, my body trembling in anticipation. He pulled me closer, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. I reached for the waistband of his pants, undoing them with practiced ease. I slipped my hand inside and wrapped my fingers around his hard length, stroking it firmly.

This was a woman who was a master cocksucker and she loved it and the power it gave her over men. Eva released my rigid cock from her wet mouth with a gentle “pop” and slid her tiny frame back on the bed, spreading her legs wide and folding her knees, and looking at me pleadingly asked, “Will you lick my clit please?” I dove right in, dropping to my knees and plunging my face into her soaking wet muff, wondering why she seemed to be begging for this most basic of sex acts, something I know men would pay good money to do to such a glorious love hole. I plunged my tongue into her pussy and then licked all around it, plunging two fingers in as I gently sucked her clit. Eva came with a sharp yel

“Stretching Mommy’s married hole again right under her son’s nose. What if Jake walks in right now? Sees me bouncing on this fat cock that belongs to his best friend. Sees my tits bouncing while you breed me?” The dirty risk made everything ten times hotter. I thrust up gently to meet her, burying myself balls-deep. Elena’s mouth opened in a silent, desperate gasp, her eyes widening. Her creamy juices coated my balls and leaked down to my ass. I slid one hand down to rub her swollen clit in slow, firm circles while she rode me like a filthy secret.

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.

They had taken turns with her for hours , passing her around and every single one of them had cum inside her or on her body. She loved every second of it. She had even, and still spread her legs willingly for two of the married male teachers in the staff room during lunch breaks, letting them fuck her quietly whenever they needed relief. She couldn’t help it. Deep down, Elena was a slut by nature. She loved the thrill of being used, of giving her body freely with nothing expected in return. She could never say no when someone wanted to fuck her. She would gladly spread her legs wide and let them pound her as hard and as long as they wanted.

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe