Lit Erotics Novels & Stories

Not knowing what else to do, she went limp. Eric noticed Lyla’s failure to participate, and he reached for a pillow and pressed it against her face. Then, he spread her legs with his free hand and tried to force his fingers into her wet core. Finding her completely dry, he lost interest and sat up. “Holy Shit!” he shouted. “With the amount of money I’m paying you, you should come fully aroused. Now go ahead and frig yourself. I’ll watch you. We’ll continue once you’re properly juiced up.”

Sara stared at the bulge in his pants, remembering exactly how his cock had felt in her mouth, thick, hot, and pulsing. She bit her lip hard to stop a moan from escaping. Her body was on fire, sexually frustrated and desperate for relief. The lecture dragged on, every minute feeling like torture. She kept checking the clock, counting down the seconds until class ended so she could rush back to her dorm room and use her vibrator.

" She then guided my hand through the slit in her sarong and pushed it against her pussy. It was drenched, and as I gently slid my fingers around in the warm juice, she said, "You should write that down and send it into the P**n-erotica website where they have all those dirty stories." "Literotica," I corrected her. "Maybe I will." I retracted my hand from between her legs, and put my fingers in my mouth. After a long, thoughtful suck, I said, "Hmm. Needs more basil, I think." She laughed, and fished her hand inside my towel, wrapping her hand around my swollen cock. "I think it could use some sausage," she replied.

Ruthless. Her tongue lapped long stripes up my slit, then flicked my clit with cruel accuracy. I grabbed her horns to stay upright, hips rocking shamelessly against her face. She growled approval — the vibration sent sparks through my whole body. Fingers pumped deeper, faster, curling against that spot inside that made white bloom behind my eyes. I came hard — shattering, sobbing a name I gave her in the moment: Lilith (because it felt like blasphemy and worship at once). My knees gave out. She caught me, rose, spun me, bent me over the communion rail.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she whispered, “Yes, I like it.” Again, the questions came, his rhythm faster, his tone sharper. Olivia answered as best she could, each correct one rewarded with his hand stroking her breast, his lips pressing a kiss against her throat, his voice praising her. Each wrong one punished, hard smacks to her thighs, her ass, sometimes even her breasts, making her whimper. The pain stung, but it was electric. It lit her up, made her desperate to answer correctly. And when she did, his rewards were even sweeter, his hand sliding lower, his lips capturing hers in a deep, consuming kiss.

His fingers tightened around the steak knife, and Eros just smiled—slow and deliberate—without stopping his movements over Lucy's clit. "God... you're so wet... and just for me," Eros growled, nearly losing his self-control. "How much longer are you going to pretend you don't want me? That you don't dream about this every night?" His movements grew more insistent, and Lucy felt pleasure coiling in her belly—dangerously close to the edge. "No... not here..." she protested weakly, even as her hips moved against his hand, seeking more. Eros chuckled low.

Ederic's voice was laced with sensuality as he ground against Aaron's clothed member, eliciting a grunt from the elder. Ederic's audacity was truly remarkable, his boldness inciting a potent reaction in Aaron. His eyes brimmed with lust as he found himself unable to resist the provocative allure before him. He couldn't erase that night from his memory, and the intensity of his desire had only grown since then.

“Too often, society expects women to suppress their desires, to only express them for a man’s benefit. But it’s completely normal—and natural, might I add—to explore and understand oneself.” I felt my cheeks warm again. “I suppose you’re right,” I mumbled, although now I just felt even more awkward thanks to that little lecture. “If reading erotica brings you pleasure or helps you relax, then who am I to judge?” He glanced at me briefly, a sincere expression on his face. “And honestly, it’s better than some alternatives, like pornography. At least it’s fictional and doesn’t harm real people. And it’s imaginative.” Despite myself, a small smile crept onto my lips. “That’s… very progressive of

She’s slipping away—everything feels like it’s underwater, like a dream she can’t wake from. She cries out again, desperate, high-pitched. Endless waves of orgasm ripple through her trembling form, one crashing over the next, relentless, overwhelming. Her limbs flail, her body convulses beneath him, but still he doesn’t stop. Still he pounds. Still he slams. He whispers dirty words against her flushed skin, each syllable igniting her nerve endings like sparks. “Oh, you wanna act like a little slut?” he snarls against her neck, voice dripping with dark amusement. “Then I’ll make it real easy for you, baby.”

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