Life Erotica Novels & Stories

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

she said, grabbing the dildo jutting from between her legs, "this thing is good all by itself, it has a piece that goes up inside you, little ridges for your clit, and it vibrates, it's great for masturbating, it's better when you're shoving it in and out of somebody, can you imagine, he loved me to fuck his ass with this thing in front of other people, he'd come without even touching himself, I guess it rubbed against his prostate, anyway, I'd just get behind and thrust and it would vibrate and he would come and I would come, and then others would line up for me to do them, a few smacks with the paddle, my special cock inside them, I'd come five or six times a night at least just doing othe

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 sure it was her. I even opened my eyes, slightly trembling. But the woman below me, with her head tilted back, was not blonde. I closed my eyes again, letting the sounds I heard look like Joana's voice. It wasn't a sin. I was just exploring those sensations to the fullest. Maybe Joana wasn't the goddess of sex emerging to take me to the abyss of pleasure. I let myself be convinced that it was her. So what was love, became fucked up. The dirtiest kind possible. "Oh my God... "Maria moaned softly.

Few weeks later I am sitting in my living room with Paul and José, they were talking to me but my thought was elsewhere, Malèna, what did she do to me this girl, I just wanted to sleep with her and here is always a month later nothing but she is still in my life, I wouldn't explain why she has this thing in her eyes when every time I lay eyes on her she unsettles me, I seem can be very assured by her side but she destabilizes me, I just want to be perfect when she is near me, the first time that I saw her or at least the second or the third time I do not know any more, in front of the door of her house, her was so beautiful, so sweet, all day long I wanted to see her again and satisfy my

Lira must not like doing nothing because her tail shoves into my ass without warning, thick and full, stretching me open completely while I fuck her cock. The dual penetration makes my eyes roll back. Fuck, I can do this for the rest of my life. My orgasm slams through me raw and overwhelming, and I cum again, pussy clamping down like a vice, squirting hard around her cock in hot, messy arcs that soak her belly and tits. But I keep riding through it, chasing more as I lean down, sucking one of her dark nipples into my mouth, biting and tugging while my hips piston relentlessly. “Fuck, Lira…. Your cock feels so good stretching my slutty cunt. Fill me again. Breed your little human whore.” Lir

She tempted him even more. She approached the pole and glued her throbbing jewel between her thighs. She didn't know, but it seemed like that part was starting to get wet while she was doing what she was doing. She held on to the pole and rubbed herself, especially the lower body on the cold pole. It's like she's having sex there. The man scooped up all the contents of the glass and placed it on the table next to him. One of his fingers was already on his lip and he was holding it while staring at what she was doing. She suddenly turned around and rubbed her legs up to both thighs.

‘No ...” she moaned. ‘No, Elodie ... don’t do this ... don’t do this to me. Please. I can’t stand it...“ But Elodie carried on, greedily and voraciously lapping and probing at the burning channel of Kate’s sex. Now she was at her clitoris, teasing the rigid, straining bud, nibbling at it with impossible gentleness. Kate wriggled beneath her, madly excited yet deeply frustrated. Again she wanted to reciprocate, to rouse herself from the groaning passivity of her position. And again Elodie understood. She raised her head from Kate’s swollen, streaming, sex and, more aggressively this time, pressed her entire body against Kate’s. Their mouths met again, mingling together and creating juices to