Lit Erot Ica Novels & Stories

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

“More. Give me another. I need to feel full.” He added a second finger, pumping slowly at first, then faster, curling them to hit that perfect spot inside me. His mouth hovered at my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. “You’re dripping down my wrist, Lila. You're such a greedy little cunt. You’ve been teasing me for weeks, parading around in silk and lace, grinding on my cock like a slut who needs to be fucked senseless.”

Napakagat-labi siya sandali, lalo na’t hindi pa humuhupa ang morning arousal ng lalaki — pero agad niyang pinutol ang imahinasyon. ‘Riva, tigil hoi! Bakla ‘yan!’ saway niya sa sarili. Napapakurap-kurap si Luther, tila hindi pa lubos na gising. “...you,” mahina niyang sambit. May bahagyang ngisi sa gilid ng labi ni Luther, ngunit hindi malinaw kung para saan iyon. Kumunot ang noo ni Riva. Nagtataka kung nananaginip pa ba ito o may nakakatawa lang sa itsura niya.

his breath was heavier “Like a slut” I felt myself get wetter as green eyes finished the words for him. They seem to notice the impact of that title on me, because the next instant Brown hair was right in my face. “Are you a slut?” I parted my lips yet the only sound that escaped were soft breaths. He nudged me, “Say it…” “I…” My chest was thumping hard, blood racing yet I couldn’t speak…maybe from excitement. Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.”

Her heart kicked hard against her ribs. That was impossible. It was only supposed to be VR. Lori wiped more of the sticky residue from her cheek and stared at it on her fingers. The headset lay discarded on the bed. She reached for her phone, opened the recording app she had left running from the corner of the room, and hit play. The video showed her on all fours, goggles sealed over her eyes, the automatic dildo working between her legs. Then the door opened. Kevin stepped inside, closed it quietly behind him, and crossed the floor.

And now her tits were even more exposed. Her face was covered in white stringy smears. One streak had even sprayed a gooey white line over her right eye, and she was squinting and grimacing like some sort of bizarre erotic pirate. She had cum on her cheeks, a little glop of it on her forehead, a particularly gratuitous blob hanging from her bottom lip and dribbling down her chin. And she just stood there with her mouth open, panting and gasping. "L ... Luh ... Look what you... did!" she said.

This feeling is… strange, uncomfortable and frustrating to death. “That's enough! I cried because I was embarrassed more than anything. Don't cry anymore." The sound of his voice filled the room, and the girl was motionless, clearly frightened. Eric sighed. “Here, this will help.” Eric put a small amount of lubricant on his finger and gently squeezed her clitoris between his thumb and index finger. She shivered, stunned by the touch, and he knew she was silently signaling him to let go of her sensitive flesh, but of course he wouldn't. “I'm fine, Kitten. It'll be fine," he reassured her gently and began to rub her wet center. He's very skillful, that's why, always careful not to rub too hard

“Although the erotic scenes are beautifully written, the plot is hella boring.” Theo let out a deep chuckle, leaning back on the couch. “Finally, someone that gets it. I mean, it has so much potential to be a blast, right?” “Exactly,” Nico continued to flip through the book. “Sex is cool and all but it’s boring when it happens without any plot. You know what I mean?” Theo scoffed. “You mean like these p**n videos that just get into the whole thing without any prior action.” Nico watched him quietly, the corners of his lips tilted up in a small smile. “You sound like you know your game.”

he said. It wasn’t a request. And I didn’t need convincing. I slid them down, letting them fall to my ankles. “Panties too.” I obeyed. Adrian circled me like a predator, inspecting every inch of my exposed body. I didn’t move. When he stopped behind me, he leaned in close to my ear. “Spread your legs for me, Lyla.” And I did. I'm being turned on badly and he has not even done anything to me yet.

“Whether I put it in words or paint it into the world, you’re mine.” Before she could respond, a sudden noise shattered the heavy silence. The door creaked open. They both froze. Another artist, Elliot, a young painter Damien had mentored once stood frozen in the doorway. His wide eyes took in the scene: Lena half-naked on the sheets, Damien standing bare-chested, the unmistakable intimacy thick in the air. Elliot’s jaw tightened, his gaze darting to Damien, then Lena, then the canvases scattered around the room. He didn’t say a word. Just stepped back, face pale, and closed the door.