Lit Errotica Novels & Stories

Chapter – 0002 Lila POV I walked into the lecture hall for my required Intro to Erotic Literature seminar with my thighs still sore from last night and my mind a complete mess. The campus was buzzing with first-day energy students laughing, comparing schedules, flirting shamelessly but all I could think about was Damon’s thick cock stretching me open in that dark art studio. The way he hadn’t pulled out even after the mask slipped. The way he’d thrust one last time while I came around him like a desperate whore.

and everyone's body. "Look, babe, I'm sorry I was a dick out there," Dante said, his voice coated in a kind of practiced sincerity that made Ruth-Ann's skin prickle. He sprawled across her Hello Kitty bedspread, the pink fabric clashing with his khaki-clad frame. "That guy just rubbed me the wrong way. Forget him. Give me some sugar?"

With the grace and drama of a woman wronged by the heavens themselves, Ericka sprinted across the office and dropped to her knees beside Selena. “She was too young! Too underpaid! Too beautiful to die like this!” she wailed, cradling Selena like a tragic heroine in a stage play written by caffeine and capitalism. Then, for-who-knows-how, Ericka scooped Selena into her arms bridal-style. “I WON’T LET THIS BE HER END!” Ericka cried, hair flying behind her as she turned and sprinted out the office door at full speed, heels clicking like war drums. “She deserves better than spreadsheets and spiritual burnout!!”

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 58: Relentless Slap. Smack. Slap. Smack. Slap. Smack. The relentless wet rhythm echoes through the room, reverberating off the walls like a drumbeat summoned from the core of their chaotic lust. The sound of their skin meeting, over and over, bounces wildly in the air, loud and uninhibited, mixing with the guttural gasps and animalistic groans that keep escaping their lips.

Isadora remains at my back, unmoving, but I can feel her gaze on me. “You bled,” Leticia remarks, holding up the sheet she’s pulled from the bed. My blood has dried on it in a strange pattern, like a map of the Kingdom of Eris before the fall. “Purity from a Fae? How unexpected. I’ve always known your kind to be promiscuous, unloyal, and lovers of defilement. Most were also into sodomy. How crude.”

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

I said to Ginger, as I slipped my hands under her nightshirt and felt her bare ass with both of my hands. "Right, they don't know about our sapphic love affairs yet," said Ginger. "Sapphic, I like that word. Why have we not used it before?" I asked. "Probably because I only just learned it last week while reading a story on Literotica," said Ginger. "Literotica, what's that?" I asked. "Only the best website in the world for erotic literature and the like. You should check it out," said Ginger. "I'll do that when we get back home, it sounds interesting!" I replied.

Loretta locked the door and collapsed onto the bed with a miserable sigh. “I hate that man. I hate the way he looks. I hate the way he speaks. I hate the way he spits my blood into his hip flask. I hate that he even has a hip flask.” She sat up, pulled a needle and thread from her pocket, and tied the thread to the needle’s eye. “Having other succubi spend the night with me is the only way to stop him from coming to my bed. He thinks we’re feedin’ right now. He’d join us, but he doesn’t want to deal with angry incubi.” A dark laugh escaped her lips. My face felt warm at the thought of feeding on Loretta; while I did feel attracted to her, I was not yet comfortable admitting this to myself.

She bit on her nails with hate reflected clearly in her eyes. /It's her face. It must be! That sickening gentle and innocent look must have seduced them./ As she thought about this, a devilish smile slowly spread across her lips. /If I ruin that pretty face of hers... I wonder who'd still love her.../ Luna was passing by the room unnoticed when she caught sight of Erica's devious smile. She frowned at the sight of the uncharacteristic smile. A random word popped up in her mind. /Blackening./

I scoff loudly at him “bullshit” “If he wants to marry her off, am here sitting ready to marry her?”, never, not in this eternity. “You never know what is waiting infront of you in eternity Ethan..., believe me or not am feeling this thing”. “What if the red roses are just a mistake?”, I ask him speaking a possibility. He scoff at it and said “she is a floral goddess for fucks sake”. “whatever”, I say rolling my eyes. “By the way who is the man you locked in dungeon?”, lucas asks.