Lit Erotics Novels & Stories

Their tongues battling for dominance and Silvio won. There was something so erotically enchanting about the way those demanding hands were exploring her naked body. The alluring way his heated gaze penetrated her. There was something so deliciously dangerous about the way her body was submitting to him. "You're a cock tease..." Sadie barely had time to respond when Silvio turned her around and pulled her against his chest. She gasped as he roughly grabbed her breasts in his hands, squeezing them while he pressed his erection against her ass. "I'm gonna fuck you deeper than your thoughts can go..." He groaned in her ear.

he said. We lay there in bed, my good cheek resting on his shoulder while we examined her list. Wartenberg wheels, erotic electrostimulation, plastic wrap, animal roleplay, breast torture, edgeplay, human furniture, Japanese bondage, predicament bondage, sexual roleplay, suspension, wax play, wooden horse, figging, Sybian, humiliation and exposure, sexual denial. Those were the things she indicated she wanted to try. The things she'd marked as a gray area which she was unsure about trying were enemas, analingus, fisting, anal sex, auctioning or selling and something called nyotaimori.

She used some lubricant for the strapless, Julia parting the cheeks of her sister slave for Rhonda to smear some around the puckered star of her anus. Rhonda pushed slowly into Lisa's back door, knowing how full she was. Both of the women turned on their vibrators at the same time and Lisa shivered through another orgasm. She had two more before I fed her my prick, only half hard at the moment. Lisa's mouth soon coaxed it to an erection. I believed Lisa had more than a half dozen orgasms before I flooded her mouth with what cum I had left. We all lay quietly on the bed save for the breathless panting.

Her hairs were spread on the mattress and she was scrolling through her phone being effortlessly sexy. Vanity had never been so irresistibly compelling. Like a poet’s muse, she was an endowed extravagant creature that embodied erotism in her every move, like she could feel eyes on her. As if that wasn’t tormenting enough she pressed her legs together harder, bend her one leg, and began rubbing her foot on the length of her long leg, tortuously slow. My breathing was uneven, she bit her lip that was mine to suck, eyes glazed and her back arched further.

Her words were split up with whines and moans as she was toyed with by the man above her. “Ah there’s your big girl words, what can you take kitten? Hm? One finger? Two? Three?” Lorcan punctuates his words by plunging his fingers into her again, scissoring them in her as he curls in a way that has Elysian’s hips lifting off the bed. “Or do you think you’re ready to take my cock? Is that it? Is that what you want kitten? Hm?” Elysian gasps as Lorcan twists his fingers inside of her, her back arching almost painfully as he toys with her sensitive folds. With his fingers working in her like sin incarnate, Elysian almost doesn’t answer his question.

Smiling in his great pleasure and satisfaction, Lumax Lianto began to touch and jerk that long, big, athletic, sexy, strong, robust, as well as vitalizing manhood device in front of him. Lumax Lianto jerked and jerked Erito’s manhood device for quite a couple of minutes while he smiled and smiled in his great pleasure and satisfaction. Erito was really drowned under his own lust. He couldn’t control his feeling and his lust anymore. He began to dive deeper and deeper into his lusting fantasy world. “Aarrgghhkk… Aaarrgghhkk…” Erito kept hissing and sighing repeatedly.

“Always.” Erotica 2.

“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.”

The free swing of her breasts added extra zest to her state of excitement— especially when Dina took a moment to play with them, making her nipples spark with want. Lorraine lay down with her knees up, her feet planted on the vinyl cushion, and her clitty on fire. A heartbeat later, Dr. Melling’s erogenous ass hovered above her face. She clasped the divine, sensitive cheeks, and pulled Dina into a sitting position. She felt the sizzle between her own legs as she began to lick the sweet furrow— Dina’s perfectly poised slit. Her ears went erect when she heard a sigh as crisp as the abandoned notebook: the

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”