Mainstream Erotica Novels & Stories

She would worry about Jessica’s fury later if she were to find out. Their breathing became heavier as they approached climax, and the sounds of flesh slapping, punctuated by moans and groans, echoed in the tiny room. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, turning her on even more. Fireworks exploded in her as she hit her climax, her body shaking and her walls gripping him tight as she came. With one final thrust, his legs shook as he spilled his seed inside her, her inner walls convulsing as she milked him dry.

she said as my ass finally set her free. “If Derek and Betty would like to go first”. They got out from behind their desk and approached me. They were the older couple that I had placed in last place the week before. They placed their hands on my naked body and began to explore. Fuck it felt good, I closed my eyes giving myself in to the moment. I felt fours hands massage and caress me. They moved quickly over my skin up and down my legs, over my back and bottom. Two hands gently brushed my breasts and tenderly pinched my nipples. A hand slipped down my body to my cunt. It brushed over my neat pubic hair before a finger slowly slipped inside. I let out a small gasp of appreciation. I opened

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Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

I think I understand and I feel that from the crazy fuck that the Master is setting the pace, he moves on to massage first my back, then my buttocks, and finally my anus, then he starts to lick it and open it with his hands, I feel his head on the hole, it's really huge, I feel that he pushes but he can't enter. In the meantime Robert pushes his cock more and more down my throat, I can't breathe and I find myself forced to breathe through my nose, I feel the Master grabbing one of my arms, then the other, I try to tell him not to do it, but I have Robert's cock in my mouth preventing me, I feel a violent thrust from the Master then an immense pain in my anus, which is throbbing more and more

If any of the following apply to you, do not proceed: – You have experienced sexual trauma or abuse and certain kinks may retraumatize you. – You are triggered by depictions of non-consent, violence, incest, or power-based abuse. – You are under the legal age of consent in your country. – You object to profanity, crude language, or extremely vulgar sexual descriptions. – You prefer “fade-to-black” or romantic, loving sex scenes. This collection is written for adults who actively seek out extreme, boundary-pushing erotica. It celebrates the full spectrum of human sexual fantasy without apology or censorship. If you choose to continue, enjoy the ride—but know exactly what you’re diving into: r

“Then put the sexy stuff front and center. That’ll draw them in.” She knew it was the truth, but her mother was going to be attending the show and to have Mom see even the mildly erotic works she was putting up for sale was humiliating. It was a good thing Mom didn’t know about Fia’s main source of income. Drawing tits and dicks wasn’t exactly a respectable occupation. “I want to be judged on my skill, not my choice of subject.” “Then you won’t make any money. Look at my stuff.” Chitransh gestured grandly. He had co-opted a traditional style of Indian art but had added much more explicit content that would make even the creators of modern versions of the Kama Sutra blush.

Her moans turned into short, broken whimpers now, “uh… uh… yes… like that…” He kept the pace brutal, the glass fogging from their heat. Her free hand braced against it, leaving wet prints. He finally pulled out, turned her, and bent her over the toilet tank. One hard shove and he was buried again, pounding her from behind while she gripped the edges. “Tell me what you are…” “Your overtime slut… your dirty little hole… use me…” He reached under, pinched her clit hard, and she broke. A loud, shaky “fuck...I’m cumming...” ripped out of her as her pussy clenched and fluttered around him, juices running down her thighs.

She was already close; the angle, the depth, the sheer wrongness of it pushing her toward an edge she hadn't expected to find. “You like this, don't you?” He growled. “You like being fucked by your ex's father.” “Yes.” She wasn't acting anymore. “Yes, Conrad. Fuck. Right there.” He reached around to touch her clit. His rough fingers already knew exactly where to press. She came with a cry that ripped out of her throat, her body clenching around him, and he followed a second later, burying himself deep, groaning her name like a prayer. They stayed like that, bent over the workbench. He was with his chest against her back, and his breath hot on her neck, his softening cock still inside her.

Soft, wet sounds carried across the water. His mouth found my neck, open and hot, kissing a slow path down to the tops of my breasts while his fingers kept working me under the surface...steady, deep strokes that made my hips rock forward against his hand. The water made every movement feel smoother, more secret, even though we were completely visible. “Feel how wet you still are,” he whispered, thumb circling my clit while his fingers fucked me. “Like your body already knows it isn’t finished yet.” I could only moan in answer, head tipping back against the tile as he sucked one nipple into his mouth beneath the waterline, tongue flicking while his hand kept the same relentless rhythm betwee