Literary Erotica Novels & Stories

I rolled onto my right side, facing the wall, and reminded myself again that watching isn't wanting. I've read a lot of erotica -- no surprise there. How many times does the male character end up snuggled against the female, his hand holding her tit and his boner against her ass? It's comical, right? I woke up some time later. The abundant moonlight that had illuminated Melody and Deuce the other night filled the room.

This time, she had a better idea: to make them believe her fun was with another man, which she knew her cousin would not object to. She was aching for more, even after that. She was still craving Damien, and it was becoming overbearing, so she went out to the garden, and it’s like the universe delivered her cravings right to her. She was wearing the same night gown the first time they fucked and again without underwear. She took slow strides from behind Damien and whispered into his right ear, “Thinking about me?” she then sat right on Damien’s bulge, now resting; she still smells like dinner. She sent Damien into another world instantly lifting his head in agony aroused and ready to tear Ch

She had lived and been brought up among those whose extravagant lifestyle allowed them to experiment with sensuality, refining it, glorifying it: the touch of cruelty, the hint of mystery, the realisation that a shiver of fear could give an adrenaline rush as fierce as a snort of amyl nitrate. Tayte controlled himself with an effort. He moved away from her and lay flat on his back on the straw. Now it was Armina’s turn to be mouthed. He held up his arms and she slipped between them, thighs spread open, a knee each side of his body. She still wore her white shirt. The buttons were undone all the way down, breasts jutting from the opening. Tayte supported her above him, examining those tip-til

Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?" Tim gasped again as Petrov used two fingers to stimulate his asshole. Petrov wasn't aiming for penetration at the moment, he just wanted the boy aroused enough to keep talking. Finally, the boy admitted to preferring Nifty and Literotica as his go-to erotic stories websites. Petrov knew that Literotica catered to a variety of genres but smiled knowing that Nifty had no heterosexual stories at all, though Nifty did h

The forbidden thrill of our location heightened every sensation, making my skin tingle and my pulse race with exhilaration and nervousness. I felt completely claimed in this position, exposed yet safe in his strong hands. Pleasure built gradually once more, coiling tighter in my belly as his rhythm intensified. Emotions swirled inside me — the joy of being wanted so intensely mixed with the weight of crossing such a serious boundary with my literature teacher.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. "HUNGER UNLEASHED" "GARY'S POV" -------- For months, Elena Harper had been starving.

“Now you get to watch what real cocks can do.” The bedroom door opened by itself. Two men stepped in. At least… they used to be men. Both were tall, heavily muscled, skin slightly very red under the lights and when a shadowy edge. Their eyes glowed faint orange, and their cocks hung thick and heavy, with unreal lengths, bouncing as they walked in, and already leaking thick precum that smelled like smoke and sex. Lila dropped to her knees like a starving whore and began stroking them, one hand on each.

I nodded as I grabbed my boob and pinched my nipple slightly. I curled my toes, reached back, and clawed at his arm. "Cum, slut" My body obeyed the command at once. I screamed, my cum sprayed everywhere. In a few seconds, Damon slammed his cock into me a few more times. Then she released shots of his hot cum into my ass and pulled out. His cum dripped out of my ass onto the floor, mixing with my cum. We lay down side by side, catching our breaths. "Ella"

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

“Ride me. Take what you need.” I straddled him, sinking down onto his cock until he was buried to the hilt. My hands braced on his chest as I began to move, slow and sensual at first, then faster, wilder. I rode him like I was possessed, grinding my clit against him on every downstroke, my breasts bouncing heavily. Kai’s hands were everywhere—gripping my hips, slapping my ass, pinching my nipples, wrapping around my throat just tight enough to make my head spin. “Fuck, Elara,” he groaned, eyes locked on where we were joined. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you use me like this.”