Let's Erotica Novels & Stories

I was placed on the floor, my shorts being removed by Leo and my T-shirt being tossed aside by Elijah as both of them attacked my boobs each. I couldn't believe this. Both Father and son were feasting on me as my pussy got wetter. Leo took his hand downwards and began stroking my clit through my panties, teasing my hole as I arched my back. Elijah kept on feasting on my nipples like it was his favorite meal as I reached downwards for his cock through his trousers. I could feel him hardening in my hand as I moaned. "Fuck! You are so desirable and I want you too." Elijah removed his mouth from my nipples and whispered into my ears, biting my earlobe hard in the process.

LUCA; I'm obsessed with my gym partner. Utterly and completely obsessed. And no, not in a platonic way. In an erotic, filthy and sinful way. His name is Ethan. Yes, I'm fucking straight. The mere idea of another man touching me in that manner, was repulsive to say the least. Should be a disgusting.... demonic act. I detested the thought of it...but it was such a shame that I had no control of my body's reaction. Of my thoughts. They were filthy and borderline pornographic on the things I imagined he'd do to me, or the things I'd would love to explore with him.

I was already very wet, and it was all because of Jeremy. Now that I was alone in the room, I didn't try fighting the thoughts of him. What was the harm? No one would know. I trailed the vibrator down to my pussy, and slowly rolled it against my clit over and over. I was tightening up, about to come. I let out a strangled moan as I imagined it was Jeremy holding the vibrator, and that he had done a lot more than lightly touch my breast. I imagined him playing with my nipples, bending me over and spanking me.

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

“My secretary. My ex-wife. My perfect little sluts.” Jessica and Claire watched him, lips parted, hands lazily touching each other’s bodies as they waited. With a deep, guttural groan, Charlie’s orgasm hit. Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted from his cock, raining down on them. He painted Jessica’s full breasts and face first, then shifted to cover Claire’s tits and open mouth. Stream after stream of hot cum splashed across their bodies...on their stomachs, necks, cheeks, and tongues. Both women moaned softly, arching slightly to receive every drop as he emptied his balls completely over them.

The assigned text, Bataille’s Erotism, was a descent into philosophical darkness. It spoke of the sacred and the profane, of violence as a gateway to ecstasy, of transgression as a necessary rupture of the mundane world. Elara read it in her small apartment, her body still sore and marked from the last session, the words resonating in her bones. She understood, now, that her thesis was not merely an academic exercise. It was a lived experience, a mapping of her own violation and transcendence.

The lewd, dirty photos left nothing to the imagination — her tits and open cunt-hole on full display for other men to see and lust over. We had fantastic sex that night. When the opportunity came for her to appear in her first proper porno film, I agreed to accompany her and watch. I stood behind the lights and cameras as Kamilla lay there wantonly on the bed, her pussy on full display and her lovely soft tits exposed to Carl, the male stud.

She can't let him see that through her jeans because she has the thinnest panties on. Aria sits back down after her failed attempts to reach anyone, but there’s something in the air; across from her is the sexiest man she has ever seen, and now he’s staring, with visible, foggy breath coming out of his mouth, fiery eyes and Aria’s initial thoughts were coming back, like if this man should take her right here against this cold glass walls. How would it feel? Maybe her cold will vanish, maybe it will relieve her stress from the week, or maybe this will be her best fuck ever, and there will be no coming back from it.

I had a feeling tonight would be a good session as they had picked an erotic novel this time. I was settled in front of my laptop, wine in hand, waiting for all the other girls to log on. Once they had all arrived, it became clear the topic of the book had got them all in cheeky moods, there were lots of suggestive messages and we hadn't even got to discussing the book at that point. Once we got into the main discussion, it was revealing to see what bits the other girls liked and did not.

That was rude… insulting… but God, it made my core twitch. “Are you always this… raw?” I asked. “I’m straightforward,” Leo countered, leaning in. The air between us crackled with the promise of something filthy. “I brought you a gift,” he whispered. “I hope you like it.” He handed me a black satin bag, and when I opened it, my eyes went wide. It was a lifelike dildo—brown, veiny, with a promise of multiple orgasms. “Thank you,” I muttered. Was it the thrill of what was to come? I felt myself swell, my body reacting against the silk of my panties.