Lit Erotics Novels & Stories

Ryan shut the door behind us. He didn’t speak at first. Just looked at me. And then— He brought out a rose vibrator and a black dildo. “Ryan!!” I nearly screamed but he placed his hand over my mouth He leaned in closer, placing the other over my ass. “C’mon… just a lil bit of fun.” “You’re sick… fuck.” I breathed but there was no venom in it, my voice shook with something else entirely. “But we won’t use the tools.” He gave a helpless little shrug then crashed his lips on mine.

"Lewd..." He added a finger to Harriet's folds. And with that, her breathing became more and more irregular. Harriet had leaned against the table, and they were both standing. Harriet's feet were on tiptoe, and the tips of her toes were shaking. The sensation Liam gave her as he slipped his fingers inside her made her even wetter. SCHLICK SCHLICK "...Ahk!" As Liam quickened the movement of his fingers inside her, Harriet could hear an erotic wet sound from her. Liam teased her mercilessly, and Harriet could feel his two fingers so clearly against the walls of her pussy.

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.

“I’ve been thinking about stretching you since the moment you stripped for me.” He snapped his fingers. An attendant brought a small black tray holding a stainless steel plug—medium size, thick, with a heavy weighted base and a glittering red jewel at the end. Victor coated it generously with lube, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet. “Spread your legs wider. Show everyone how eager your holes are.” Elena whimpered and obeyed, parting her thighs further. Victor’s fingers returned, this time sliding two thick digits slowly up and down her slit, spreading her wetness. He circled her clit with maddening lightness until her hips twitched desperately.

Then he pressed his hips forward, making his hard, thick cock rub exactly against her hot, soaked center through their clothes. He began to move slowly, a torturous back-and-forth, grinding against her swollen clit with cruel precision. The friction of the fabric against her sensitive flesh was maddening. Larissa moaned loudly, desperate. Her hips began moving on instinct, seeking more pressure, more friction, more of him. Lucian pulled his face back to look into her eyes while continuing the slow, torturous movement. His voice came out hoarse, laden with lust and dominance: “That’s the sound I like to hear from you. Completely surrendered…” He pressed harder, rolling his hips so the thick h

But that wasn’t the worst part. The scent. It filled the room, thick and intoxicating. It was a mix of something sweet, something sharp, something that burned. It curled around me, seeping into my lungs, making my head swim. Seduction and pain. Lyrita leaned in, trailing her fingers across my forehead, then down to my lips. Her touch was light, teasing, but her eyes held something darker. “What are you so afraid of, Darius?” she murmured. I clenched my jaw, refusing to answer.

She tempted him even more. She approached the pole and glued her throbbing jewel between her thighs. She didn't know, but it seemed like that part was starting to get wet while she was doing what she was doing. She held on to the pole and rubbed herself, especially the lower body on the cold pole. It's like she's having sex there. The man scooped up all the contents of the glass and placed it on the table next to him. One of his fingers was already on his lip and he was holding it while staring at what she was doing. She suddenly turned around and rubbed her legs up to both thighs.

I rubbed slow circles over my clit, imagining it was Zane’s thick cock driving into me instead, or Xavier’s hand gripping my throat while he slammed home from behind. "F..fuck Zane....go harder!!" I moaned out loud, legs spreading wider on the bed as I pumped my fingers faster, my thumb was grinding over my clit. On the laptop Christian was still pounding Anastasia into the mattress, her cries matching the wet squelch of my own fingers

“Does that make you think I’m perverted?” Both of her husbands had stroked themselves, while she was getting undressed, or just before they mounted her. They had never done it to completion. It had just looked like they were excited, and anxious to get to what they called “the good parts”. The good parts had been pretty good for her too. Both men had been lusty lovers. She didn’t have an orgasm every single time, but she had them, and they were better than the ones she had these days, with her dildo.

They shook uncontrollably, sweat soaking the sheets, their breasts heaving as they writhed in agony and ecstasy combined. Lucian pulled the toys free only when their bodies went limp, trembling from overstimulation. Both women lay panting, their hair plastered to their faces, their thighs slick and quivering. He held the buzzing toys aloft, their surfaces glistening, the sound still filling the room. He shut them off slowly, letting silence fall heavy around them. Then he leaned down between them, whispering low and dangerous. “Now please me.”