Let's Erotica Novels & Stories

"Alone at Last" TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. " Xavier's POV " For months she had been my obsession.

I held his shoulders as my legs shivered and I cried out in ecstasy. “Tell me Elena, did you miss me?” he asked with a low seductive voice. “Tell me how you missed me stroking your wet pussy” he said. “I missed you Nate, I missed fucking you” I cried out. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, withdrawing his hand. “Don’t stop touching me Nate, fuck me please.” I begged, shamelessly. “That’s nice to hear” he said and he pushed me to the wall, he went down on his raising one of my legs and placing it on his shoulder. Then he buried his face into my fucking pussy

The friction on her clit felt so good she almost came right there. Professor Kane broke the kiss and looked down at her. His eyes were dark with lust. “Sit on the desk.” Sara did as he said, hopping up so her ass rested on the wooden surface. He pushed her skirt up to her waist and hooked his fingers into her panties. He pulled them down her legs and tossed them aside. Now she was bare in front of him. Cool air hit her hot, wet pussy, making her shiver. He dropped to his knees between her spread thighs. Sara’s heart raced. She looked down and watched as he leaned in. His breath brushed over her sensitive skin first, warm and teasing. Then his tongue licked a long, slow stripe from her entran

’ I groaned, squeezing the electrified, handful mounds, sending current sparking all through me. I shook out my long, black tresses and kneaded my tan-lined boobs, pink nipples jutting rigid, sniffing the salty air, buzzing with anticipation. The Koreans were kissing each other again, Kim’s strong hands plying Jang mi’s plump buttocks, Jang mi grabbing kin ’s head and savaging his mouth. I inched twitching fingers up to my straining nipples, my whole body shaking, heavy with erotic heat. And then…rain hissed down.

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

“Now you get to watch what real cocks can do.” The bedroom door opened by itself. Two men stepped in. At least… they used to be men. Both were tall, heavily muscled, skin slightly very red under the lights and when a shadowy edge. Their eyes glowed faint orange, and their cocks hung thick and heavy, with unreal lengths, bouncing as they walked in, and already leaking thick precum that smelled like smoke and sex. Lila dropped to her knees like a starving whore and began stroking them, one hand on each.

Venetia nodded, her breath hitching as the head pressed against her tight hole. "Relax," Lila murmured, her fingers circling Venetia’s clit as I pushed in, just the tip at first. Venetia whimpered, her body tensing. "Breathe," Lila coaxed. "Just breathe and take it." I inched forward, my cock pushing in and out of her, her ass gripping me like a vice. "Ow." she gasped. "It’s so big."

Sofia opened a heavy door and let him step inside first. The soundproof booth was quiet the moment the door clicked shut behind them. Thick velvet seats faced a giant screen that was already rolling silent black-and-white footage. It was an art-house erotica film she had directed the year before. Slow, sensual shots of bodies moving together, hands sliding over skin, mouths open in silent moans. Sofia dimmed the lights until the room was bathed in the soft glow from the screen. She sat down in the wide velvet seat in the center, legs spread comfortably. She patted her lap.

The air felt thick with the scent of sex,my arousal, their clean sweat, and that raw masculine musk that made my head spin. “Please,” I whispered, my voice husky and desperate. “I need you both inside me. I want everything.” Jax’s dark eyes burned as he looked down at me. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, Lila. Spread open and dripping for us.” He ran his big, rough hands slowly up my thighs, spreading them wider, worshipping every curve. His thumbs traced the sensitive crease where my leg met my body, so close to my slick folds but not quite touching. I whimpered, lifting my hips shamelessly.