Literature Erotica Novels & Stories

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

I did my best to fight the sexual tension as that brush lightly dusted my cunt and clit. It felt incredible, yet horrible, since the touch could lead to such an embarrassing situation. His brush explored every fold of my pussy lips and my clit. The female clit has twice as many nerve endings as a man’s penis, so you can imagine how difficult it was to stand still while the artist stroked it with his brush. It was exquisite pain.

“She’s even sexier than Ellie. I want to fuck her so badly.” He looked around the closet. Drawers lined each wall. The closet was bigger than Ellies' .Curiosity got the better of him. He pulled one open and found stacks of lingerie...bras, thongs, sheer pairs of panties. He picked up a pair of black lace ones and brought them to his face. The scent hit him hard. His cock was already straining against his pants. He freed it, wrapped the soft fabric around the shaft, and started stroking. In his mind it was Nikki’s hand, or better, her body. He pictured her bent over in front of him, that silk robe hiked up, those long legs spread while he fucked her from behind. He kept going, breathing harde

Disclaimer: Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. Triggering themes. Lesbian content. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat that comes with it. Rated 18+ --- Priya Walsh was dreaming again. She could feel it even inside the dream, that specific awareness that sits at the back of your mind telling you this isn't real while everything happening in front of you feels more real than anything you experienced while you were awake. Brooklyn's hands were in her hair.

He slowly led the way to the big couch, his eyes going from my boobs to the red g-string I had on. "I know you always get lost in those books of yours, don't think I haven't seen the kind of things you read.." he paused, my cheeks flushed as he made me sit on the couch. He got down on one knee in front of me, his hand still around my waist. "And I know your little head has cooked up fantasies.. fantasies of what you want to experience, of what what you want me to do to you." He paused and lowered his head to my drenched panties, taking a long, seductive whiff.

A pair of hands ran up each of my legs as Anna and Lucy worked together. The sensation of being touched but being unable to see was amazing. Every touch was sublime; their fingers gently caressed my legs, and my whole body tingled with excitement. I squirmed, wriggled, and giggled with glee as their hands tickled my sensitive spots. Four hands were all over my body; I bit my lip and gasped with pleasure. Every piece of skin was being touched—the back of my knees and the curves of my armpits; no spot was overlooked. Joining the four hands were two pairs of lips as I felt my tummy being kissed. I squealed as my nipples were gently sucked. I writhed in ecstasy, being held in place by the cuffs

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

"Don't be embarrassed, sweetheart. It's just biology." I left the room, my entire body humming with adrenaline and lust. That was my phase two. Trying to normalise it. Making sure to imply that it was our shared secrets. I wouldn't want any backing out. That afternoon, I came home early. I went straight to his laptop. This time, I didn't just look at history. I opened the Literotica website to a specific story *"Auntie's Obedience School"* and left the browser open on his screen. Then I went to my room, changed into a casual sun dress, and waited.

Her fingers, skilled and careful, had traced the spines of volumes on law, history, and war before they closed around a simple, unmarked book of vellum. It was not a history. It was a collection of letters, intimate and raw, written by Alphas to their mates across generations. The words were so visceral, so full of longing and possession, that she found herself whispering them aloud, her voice a soft murmur in the quiet room. “I would have you on your knees before me, not in supplication, but in celebration. I would teach your mouth the shape of my name until you forget all others…” A floorboard creaked behind her

Kara My fingers moved more urgently at his words, rubbing my clit faster, the wetness making them slick. The heat built rapidly between my legs as I stared at Thea bouncing confidently on Adam’s cock. Her moans filled the air, loud and unashamed, her full and sexy breasts jiggling with every slam of her hips as her nails dug into his chest for balance. The way she ground down on him, twisting, taking him all the way, made my own body throb with envy and desire.