Little Erotica Novels & Stories

Kinks: possession, doll fetish, rough sex Lila lay in her bed, the soft glow of her nightlight casting shadows across the room filled with her collection of dolls. At eighteen, she still clung to these childish comforts, especially on nights when her mind wandered to the forbidden stories she read in secret—tales of dark magic and hidden desires that made her cheeks flush. Her bedroom was a sanctuary of pastel walls and stuffed animals, but tonight, an unease prickled her skin. She shifted under the thin sheet, her soft pale body clad only in a loose tank top and panties, the summer heat making sleep elusive. Her wide eyes stared at the ceiling, curious thoughts swirling about the porcelain

I caught my fingers finding their way into my panties again. I decided to go crazy. I grabbed my phone and turned on the camera and then I showed the video to the screen. "The sexiest man on earth", I mumbled as I then started watching the video and touching myself.. The thing about me is that I'm always wet, always. I went on and on for a moment till I reached orgasm and stopped. Then I cut the video and told myself to watch it later. Did my usual clean up and went to bed...Few minutes into my short nap, I got a call from Tom.

’ I massaged her bottom, no longer just spreading the lotion, but thrilled at the touch of these white supple globes. I also again let my fingers slip down her crack. Each time I touched her there, it seemed like she raised her ass a little and made a little sound in her throat. Terrified as I was, I let my finger go down to her little pink asshole and rubbed lightly around it. She raised her butt a little more, but I knew I couldn't go any further.

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.

She tempted him even more. She approached the pole and glued her throbbing jewel between her thighs. She didn't know, but it seemed like that part was starting to get wet while she was doing what she was doing. She held on to the pole and rubbed herself, especially the lower body on the cold pole. It's like she's having sex there. The man scooped up all the contents of the glass and placed it on the table next to him. One of his fingers was already on his lip and he was holding it while staring at what she was doing. She suddenly turned around and rubbed her legs up to both thighs.

It was as much as she could do to keep her hand away from her pubis, the warmth doubled by the knowledge that Tony was sharing the same almost uncontrollable emotions. He brought out the rest, one after the other, an exotic feast of sensual delights, each more daring and innovative than the last. There was one of a woman wearing vaguely Eastern dress suggestive of a harem. She was on all fours, bending over so that her pudendum was in full view: the shadowed area between her legs, the plump wet labia fringed with hair. Her mouth encompassed the turgid prick of the youth beneath her. An older man straddled her, about to thrust a truly spectacular twelve-inch cock into the depths of her forbid

“Little girls with dirty mouths are secretly sluts for their Daddies. Tell me what you are, Layla.” “I’m a slut for Daddy,” I say, looking up at him shyly from underneath my lashes. “Yeah, you are,” he says, looking down at me with devotion. A deeper emotion flickers in his green eyes, but now’s not the time for it. I cup his balls with my small hands and massage them as I take him down my throat. He roars when his cock hits the back of my throat. I like that I’m turning him into this beast who can barely control his lust around me.

he lied, pumping faster. Lila gave a soft, fake whimper and patted his back like a tired mother comforting a child. When he finally came, it was weak and brief. He pulled out and his cum was barely leaking from her pussy. She didn’t even clench or feel it. Marcus hated it. He was a man who craved power, control, and raw depravity. But their sex life had turned into a polite chore. That was why he’d spent a small fortune on the obsidian mirror.

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

I held his shoulders as my legs shivered and I cried out in ecstasy. “Tell me Elena, did you miss me?” he asked with a low seductive voice. “Tell me how you missed me stroking your wet pussy” he said. “I missed you Nate, I missed fucking you” I cried out. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, withdrawing his hand. “Don’t stop touching me Nate, fuck me please.” I begged, shamelessly. “That’s nice to hear” he said and he pushed me to the wall, he went down on his raising one of my legs and placing it on his shoulder. Then he buried his face into my fucking pussy