Lit Errotica Novels & Stories

"I'll just work my whole shift like this, shall I? Maybe I can rub some gardenias under my arms, just in case any customers happen to be offended by righteously awful B.O." I finally turned around and had to press my lips together. Lyla would have probably lost her mind if I laughed at her, but it was a fight not to. The top of her hair was matted to her head, but the rest of it poofed out in a frizzy mass of strands. Her glasses were slightly askew on her nose, and the carefully applied makeup she always wore was smudged and streaky on her face. Sweat stained the collar and underarms of her shirt, and I caught a glimpse of darkness beneath her breasts before she huffed and folded her arms a

But I couldn't get rid of the thought. I went to the guest room. His room. It was neat, his suitcase was mostly unpacked, While on the nightstand sat his laptop. My heart hammered as I opened it. It asked for a password. On a whim, I typed in his mother's name. *Maya.* It was Incorrect. I tried his birthday but it was the same. I thought for a moment, then typed *M11kyWay* the name of his childhood dog. The screen unlocked. I felt a pang of guilt, but it was drowned out by a stronger wave of need. I opened his browser and checked his history from yesterday afternoon. The usual sites... and then a string of entries from a site called *Literotica.com* My pulse quickened.

She truly did enjoy the way he handled her but it wasn’t enough to give her an orgasm except if she added a vibrator. Reed watched proudly as Light pulled out and slammed inside into Lexi’s wet pussy. “Ah!” She moaned loudly, her hips swirling as if begging for more. This moment made him admit that Light was truly the freakiest among them all. Within a few minutes with sex demons, he was already balls deep inside one of them. Reed felt his cock growing harder the more he watched the erotic live p**n. He smoothly slid his hand into Red's leather pants and then slipped his fingers under her thong.

The knock at the door was soft, Lucas stepped in, his eyes falling on Mikayla immediately, his breath was quickening ,she looked extra beautiful tonight. Without a word, he took Mikayla into his arms, his lips taking hers in a fiery kiss. Their bodies melted into each other's. Lucas's hands exploring her curves while their hearts were racing. Lucas slowly pushed the tiny straps of Mikayla's gown off her shoulders , letting it slide to the floor . She stood before him, naked and beautiful, the moonlight was casting shadows upon her skin. Lucas looked at her, his eyes filled with desire, his wolf stirring within him, eager to claim his Luna.

"Erica, my dear, are you communing with the spirits of nature or simply lost in the ethereal realms of your thoughts?" Erica's eyes fluttered open, and a gentle smile curved her lips. "Adonis, always the charmer," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "I find solace in the serenity of this garden, connecting with the energy that flows through every living thing."

My voice was shaky. Renata's lips curved into a smile, her brown eyes shining with something I couldn't quite name. "No, the opposite. Your writing is... powerful. Brave. I love erotic books myself, and I'd like to talk more about it. Are you free this weekend? Come to my place Saturday at seven." My heart hammered. Was this a test? A trick? Or something else? "Sure," I managed, my voice catching. She gave me a slip of paper with her address. Her fingers brushed mine, sending a spark through my skin.

Lucian's eyes returned to normal as he took a deep breath and dug his fingers into his hair. Eric glanced at the bartender, giving him a hush sign and waving for him to continue his work. Silence settled between him and Eric for a while before Eric finally broke it. "Selaria and Caelum," his voice low as a whisper, since those names were very triggering for Lucian. "It was a very dark past, I know, but you have to let go..." "Eric, stop..." Lucian groaned, releasing his hair and throwing it backward. "I just want to join them and leave this harsh reality, alright? Dragging a human boy into my messed-up world is not an option. He can't replace them."

After all, I saw it in her eyes. The last thing I noticed was the name of her book 'Power of the pussy'. I had heard people say that artists are always beautifully insane, and the most tattered and torn hearts created the best holistic works of art. That included writers. I wondered if Lydia was a writer and what could she have possibly gone through to be tattered and torn. I wanted to know what inspired her, what she loved, what ignited her passion. Since meeting her I could not stop thinking about her. Images of her tied to my four-poster bed invaded my mind on my way home. I thought of her full lips wrapped around a ball gag and her beautiful eyes looking up at me, dilated and desperate.

Tiny moonlight seeped in through a tear in the curtain into their dimly lit room. Isla felt a movement trailing its way up to her breasts. She bit down her lower lip gently as she felt her cunt calm from the electrifying touch. The hands massaged her breasts gently before stroking her nipples. A soft moan escaped her lips but the person shushed her to quiet down. She bit down harder on her lower lip to trap her moans, a tingling metallic taste filled her mouth.

I decide to take it a step further, going all out and I start unzipping my skirt a little when he stretches his hand out to me, stopping my hands from moving any further. I feel all my self esteem from a minute ago crumble. “Um… I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” I say, cupping my breasts as I try to step away from his line of sight. “No, no,” he coughs out quickly, “I don’t mean it that way, Lanie.” His eyes blink away from my boobs for the first time, and he looks into my eyes, his expression so earnest. “Then what do you mean?” I ask in a small voice.