Lit Erotics Novels & Stories

kissing her his pace on her covered cilt increased making her tilt her head back a little so she could moon but his torture was not ended. he increase the pace of his fingers and pulled her upper body back making her chest collides against his. he was not letting her lips go while she was in desperate need of air. Her toes curled up feeling something building up in her stomach. her eyes rolled back in pleasure. She can't be on Fire because of the force of his rubbing. underwear did well in running her sensitive skin.

One minute we were standing in a field of flowers kissing passionately and the next I was lying naked beneath him while he took me with a fury that surpassed the passion of a vampire. As I lay spent in his arms, he kissed me gently on my temple, then each breast, then my abdomen. I shouldn’t have been surprised when his tender kisses found their way to my most private area, but I was. Perhaps it was more the fact that I would have such an erotic dream more so than the fact that Luthias pleasured me in such a way. It certainly wasn’t as if he’d never done it before. I closed my eyes while I reveled in the sensations as Luthias took my shameless body to heights beyond measure. I allowed myself

She began to rock herself against Loreta's fingers, but Loreta pulled out her fingers and popped them into her mouth, licking the moist off them. “Spread your legs wide open, girl.” Loreta ordered Maya, bringing her head down to look at Maya's wet pussy. “I want to have a taste,” she said and swept her tongue across the warm pussy, giving it a good lick. Gently, she sucked on the clitoris. “Hmm, yummy.” Maya began pleading. “Please —” Not stopping the use of her tongue, Loreta inserted her fingers back into Maya's wide pussy again, fucking the girl ruthlessly.

I cried out loudly as the orgasm crashed over me, my entire body shaking and convulsing around her fingers while wave after wave of intense pleasure ripped through me. My vision blurred with tears and ecstasy, and for several long moments I could do nothing but moan and tremble beneath her, completely lost in the overwhelming sensation. Even as the peak began to fade and I lay there panting and spent, Ruth kept her fingers buried inside me, gently stroking my inner walls as if to savor the way I continued to flutter and squeeze around them. She looked down at me with that satisfied smile, brushing a strand of hair from my damp forehead. “We’re just getting started,” she said softly. “By the

Beautiful and strong. "What did you put in my drink?" Loiret grumbled as she felt her pussy throb and her nipples harden. She had never felt like this before. "She's such a horny bitch." The blonde girl laughed and the others joined her in laughing. "An aphrodisiac, Loiret. It's so fun to watch you get aroused like this. Who are you going to offer yourself to cheaply tonight?" The girl laughed. "I..." Loiret's eyes filled up with tears.

A third forced his way into her asshole, double-penetrating her with no mercy. The ropes adjusted on their own, spreading her wider, tilting her body so they could use every hole. The last two took turns slapping her tits, spitting on her face, and feeding her their leaking cocks. Lila glowed bright blue now, her whole body lit from inside like cursed fire. She was screaming around the cock in her throat, eyes rolling back, squirting violently every few seconds as they ruined her. The wet slapping sounds were disgusting 🤮, flesh on flesh, squelching holes, ropes creaking. Cum and precum and her own juices splattered everywhere.

He then stared at the screen for several minutes, with the glass between his fingers and his heart beating faster than it should. She was wearing a loosely buttoned dress shirt and a skirt that seemed too tight for a Tuesday. When he walked into the room, his eyes met hers before any other student's. She held a pen between her lips. Not as a distraction. But as a warning. When he invited them to read a passage from Bataille aloud, she stepped forward. She read with a steady voice, unabashed by the words: "There is no pleasure without excess, without transgression. Eroticism is the affirmation of life even in death."

I begged. He slid it in, slow soft strokes, like he was treating his little princess. He kept going, I held my swollen nipples, pressing hard on them. “Ha… Harder” I stuttered. He went in with heavier thrust slow and hard. His laps colliding with my cheeks, every stroke made me gasp, he wrapped his hand on my neck like he owned me, then tighten his hand, as he gave faster strokes. I felt his cock pushing my walls and rubbing my clit faster and harder. I raised my hips, making my pussy tighter, increasing the friction between his cock and my walls. His cock came out and I held it, shoved it back in me and he smiled “There, there my slut” he said.

Your fingers trace forbidden roads, On my offered body, fragile and strange. Murmurs open like prayers, Trembling intoxication on the edge of the flesh. Shadow embraces shadow in fevered silence, Desire lights up with luminous bursts. In the deep night where our tears merge, Eroticism blooms, wild and soft. --- Chapter 1 — Confessions of a Desire Clémence