Literorica Stories Novels & Stories

A satisfactory smile curled up my lips as the siren blared; weirdly enough, it sounded like music to my ears. A day spent well, I drove home. I dragged my exhausted feet into the mansion, and just as I was about to retire to my room, “Lucia Woods confirmed dead after getting into a fight with inmates in jail,” the anchorman declared. This was it, the beginning of her freedom.

“It doesn’t matter, Marcus. But you’re the biggest among them all.” She then sucked me all her mouth. I groaned when she rolled her tongue while she was swallowing me inside. Lila would also sometimes lick my balls and my legs, sometimes up to my torso. She was a good licker, the best woman for me. “I want to taste you,” I said. Lila stood up and removed all her clothes until she was naked. I carried her on her deck before eating her, my tongue sucking her clit and putting my two fingers inside of her.

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

Hera suggested. They all agreed to her. I don't know that there is such a thing inside that library, maybe that's why no one is going inside that room easily since there are more than books there. "Huh? What's this?" Lore asked while she's reading the book. Lucinda, that's the name of the author of this book and the stories here were about her. Who is she really? "Who's Lucinda, by the way?" I asked. Maybe they know about her, or anything that is related to her even if it's little.

Miriam answered: -Yes, yes, yes and look he is very effective haaa, haaaa. They both laughed and Lucrecia said. -I'm not going back to my house, I'm just going to get my things. -I'm going to get mine too, meanwhile, bring some blankets to sleep, I'll see you later. So Miriam and Lucrecia began their new life, that night they slept on the floor, then little by little they furnished it. Time went by and one day when Miriam was waiting for Lu, she was absorbed in her studies when she felt that someone came and saw her:

The moonlight shining down on the pages illuminated the words in a way that made them seem to come alive. Without thinking, Verena sat down in the nook by the window and used the full moon as her light. She began to read from the book. "Seriona," she read the name written as the title of the first chapter. The story was captivating, and she was drawn in by the tale of werewolves. It was about a pack, led by their king, Lucas, who were cursed by a powerful witch named Seriona to only be alive inside the book. They were inside their own world where they could no longer harm humans, and the world was called Lunaria. The tale sent shivers down her spine; it was so wonderfully written, and the em

While the teacher read my essay to the class they laughed out loud pointing fingers at me . The laughter intensified when the teacher read the part about me sipping hot cocoa and talking to my golden retriever . Some called me stupid while others said I needed to see a doctor to check if everything was alright in my head . At this point the teacher could not control the class . She gave up and they continued throwing words at me . I was at the brick of tears that was until a guy from behind my chair moved forward and held my hand , he consoled me . He was the first person to do that after Louisiana had left . For the first time I felt someone other than my parents and Louisiana cared . He we

“Tried to hide it with a cough earlier. Cute. But we both know what you are.” I should have pushed him away. Instead my legs opened wider the second he touched me again. “Say it,” he ordered, two fingers pushing deep inside me without warning. The wet sound was filthy in the quiet hallway. “I’m a whore,” I whispered. “Louder.” “I’m a slut.” My voice cracked as he curled those fingers and started working me in earnest. “Your brother’s wife… and still a fucking slut for you.” He kissed me hard—teeth and tongue—while he finger-fucked me against the counter. My hands fisted in his shirt. Every thrust of his fingers made more wetness spill down my thighs.

Then I opened my legs wider for him, resisting the overwhelming urge to close them and hide. The cool air against my wet folds made me shiver. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, voice low and rough. My face burned with humiliation, but I obeyed again. My fingers moved between my folds, smearing my abundant juices around my already swollen clit. The wet sound was embarrassingly loud in the quiet room. I closed my eyes tightly, unable to bear the intensity of his stare. “Open your eyes,” he snapped. “And do not hide your moans.” I forced my eyes open, releasing my bitten lip. Soft, embarrassed whimpers escaped me as I circled my clit faster. My hips began to rock against my hand without permission.

####### Author's Note: I have some stories already written on the platform that you can check out; 1. Moonchild; The Rise of the Lycans. 2. All shades of Passion (erotica) kindly read and them to your library. Love you all.