Lit Erotics Novels & Stories

"Wait... Do you want to cajole my father? —He started laughing at me —Stop being stupid, my father hates ugly and tasteless girls and you are. I couldn't believe that Lucas called me that way, he humiliated me and that hurt me because he said it so loudly that Erika was also making fun of me. —So I'm ugly and tasteless? —I swear this won't stay like this Lucas. And since you wanted to know the name of the person who took my virginity, I'll tell you. Victor Santoro —Lucas' face completely uncracks and he laughs at me again —He even came to my room last night to pick me up to give me a job, actually it's an excuse I'll use because he's a stud that I want him to fuck me every day.

The whole day had been hectic. I took out a bottle of wine and poured myself some. I dropped onto the cushions, remote in hand, and flicked on the TV. Mindless noise to fill the silence. I scrolled through channels, news, reruns, some late night talk shows until I landed on a movie. One of those erotic thrillers, the kind with dim lighting and heavy breathing. I almost changed it, but the scene caught me. A woman alone in a lavish room, silk robe slipping off her shoulder, her hand trailing down her body as soft music swelled.

Dominic’s voice came slow, low, and lethal, dripping with heat: “If I had you here right now, I’d put you on your knees. Make you look at me while I undressed. You remember how you watched me before? I’d let you do it for real this time. Slow. Until you were shaking. Until I was shaking.” Eli’s whole body tensed. He swallowed hard and hit reply. “You remember when you said I made you want to ruin everything? I want you to. I want you to ruin me. Please.” Three dots blinked, then nothing.

These feelings I pushed down. I reached for the Lussuria Clausa in my bag. A book of spells to suppress erotic dreams, seal the gates of pleasure and protect the body from unwanted spiritual intrusion through sexual channels. Just as I opened the first page…. “Liliane Ravanel with the Lussuria Clausa? Wonders shall never cease,” I heard. I turned to find Adrien watching me over my shoulder. “Are you crazy? Can’t you see I need privacy?” I asked, anger coursing through me. I fucking hate Adrien.

“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 growled, his voice deep with desire. Andrew, the one with the dark eyes, watched with a smirk, his hand stroking his own erection. “She’s a good little slut, isn’t she?” he commented, his eyes glinting with lust. Camila moaned around Lopez’s cock, the sound vibrating through him. Van’s hands moved to her ass, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheeks before sliding between her legs. She gasped as he found her clit, his fingers rubbing and circling, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

"Don't stop. Keep using every hole." The biker in my mouth pulled out just long enough to slap his cock across my face again, then drove back down my throat. Thick strands of spit ran down my chin onto the table. José reached around and rubbed my clit in fast circles while he fucked my ass, forcing another orgasm out of me almost immediately. My whole body shook, holes fluttering and squeezing the cocks inside them. Kyle's hand moved faster on screen. "Slap her tits. Make her moan for it."

Her tits bounced as Brent groaned. “See, baby? This is how he likes it.” She picked up speed, her ass slapping against his thighs. I backed up against the door, my breath hitching. My hand slipped between my legs, circling my clit. The other tugged at my nipple. Lori glanced back at me, still riding. “Look at my beautiful slut… starving all on your own.” Brent grabbed her hips, pounding up hard. “Focus on me, you bitch!” He slapped her ass.

“My after-class project. My desperate little slut who traded her dignity for a letter on a page.” His words were filth, and they poured over her like hot oil, searing her shame and transforming it into fuel. Her climax built with terrifying speed, coiling from the very brutality of his fucking. She was sobbing, pleading, begging for it, for him, for the oblivion he offered. “Please…” “Come for me, Elara,” he commanded, his own control fraying, his thrusts becoming wild, uncoordinated. “Come on your professor’s desk. Show me you accept your terms.”

I bit my lip hard, but a loud moan still escaped. My hips rolled against his hand despite myself, chasing the pleasure I didn’t want to crave. Tears of frustration and overwhelming sensation pricked my eyes. “I hate this,” I gasped, even as my inner walls clenched greedily around his fingers. “I hate you. I hate how you make me feel…” “But you love how it feels, don’t you?” He twisted his fingers, scissoring them, stretching me open. “Tell me how much you’ve thought about this. How many times you’ve touched this soaked pussy thinking about me ruining you.”