Lil 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.

Lilith’s eyes flashed gold for a split second, “you’ll cum so hard you’ll think you’re dying.” Emma’s hips bucked wildly, chasing the fingers, shame and lust twisting together into something addictive. She could already feel the pressure building low in her belly, an orgasm that promised to be messy, shameful, and unstoppable. Lilith pulled her fingers out suddenly, holding them up between them. They glistened with Emma’s thick, clear arousal. Without breaking eye contact, she licked them clean, then offered the dripping digits to Emma’s lips. “Suck. Taste how fucking pathetic and ready you are.”

I moan out loud. I can almost feel the scrape of his day old stubble on my inner thighs, the way he’d growl against my pussy saying, “You’ve been touching this needy little cunt thinking about me every night, haven’t you, Lila? Such a desperate, dripping slut for your best friend’s brother.” My free hand flies to my breast, playing with the nipples until it stings. I push the dildo impossibly deeper, chasing that brutal spot inside me that makes my vision blur.

The fabric stuck to her swollen lips, and every small movement sent a jolt of need through her. She shifted in her seat again, trying to find some relief. The ache was getting stronger. Her nipples hardened against her bra, rubbing with every breath. She glanced around at the other students. They were all taking notes or looking at the board. No one was paying attention to her. For a second, she considered slipping her hand under her skirt right there in the back row. She could rub her clit quickly, just enough to take the edge off. But the risk was too high. Someone could turn around at any moment and see her. The thought made her even hornier, but she kept her hands on her notebook and sta

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

Lila writhed, the bed springs squealing in protest as her hips rocked against his hand, chasing the building pressure. But he wasn't done teasing. He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean, his gaze locked on hers. Then he lowered his head, his tongue flicking out to lap at her clit. Lila's hands fisted in his hair, holding him there as he devoured her, sucking her nub between his lips, his tongue delving into her entrance to taste her essence. The sounds were obscene—wet slurps and her breathless moans filling the tiny room, mingling with the crickets outside.

Ethan stepped between them and ran one rough finger straight down her wet slit. “Soaked already,” he said, voice dark. “All this for me?” Lila moaned and nodded. “Yes… please touch me.” He circled her clit slowly, then pushed two thick fingers inside her tight hole. Lila gasped and grabbed his shoulders. He pumped his fingers in and out, slow and deep, while his thumb rubbed her swollen clit. “You’re so fucking tight,” he growled against her ear. “Been saving this little pussy for me?” Lila could barely speak. Her hips rocked against his hand. “I… I touch myself thinking about your cock every night.”

His pelvis ground against her sensitive clit, stoking the fires of her impending release. Leaning down, Jack captured Lila's lips in a filthy kiss, all teeth and tongue as he continued to pound into her relentlessly. He swallowed her cries of ecstasy, one hand tangling in her hair to hold her in place. The other snaked between their sweat-slicked bodies to find her aching clit, rubbing tight circles around the throbbing nub.

“At the same time. I want to see who deserves me first.” They both dropped back to their knees and then they did. Seraphine leaned forward, one hand cupping her breast, the other sliding between her legs. Her fingers found her clit instantly, circling with practiced desperation. She moaned, head tipping back, her hair falling in waves behind her. Lilia mirrored her movements but hers was even slutier and dirty. She spread her knees wider, two fingers already working her slick folds. The sound of it wet, obscene—filled the air, mingling with their breathy, high-pitched gasps.