Manan Erotic Novels & Stories

The whole day had been hectic. I took out a bottle of wine and poured myself some. I dropped onto the cushions, remote in hand, and flicked on the TV. Mindless noise to fill the silence. I scrolled through channels, news, reruns, some late night talk shows until I landed on a movie. One of those erotic thrillers, the kind with dim lighting and heavy breathing. I almost changed it, but the scene caught me. A woman alone in a lavish room, silk robe slipping off her shoulder, her hand trailing down her body as soft music swelled.

He pushed both curve together so he could give both tits what they rightfully deserve. “maan…” Nandini moaned, pushing her chest up to give everything she have for maan. He loved that even more just like cherry on top. But this was only making her hungry, wanted to feel his long hard cock in-between her wet pussy. “maan please” she pleads again between her pleasure, wanting him to be deep within. Never in her life had she wanted a man as bad as she wanted maan. The beating heart was only going out of control, but then suddenly maan ripped her panty off, sliding his long finger in-between her leg opening the v, playing with the soft clit.

Once she felt her body quivering from the weirdly intoxicating pleasure, something from the inside came out, and she saw the man lick his bottom lip. "Amor," the man called out in a husky voice before he unzipped his pants. She, on the other hand, stretched her arms into the thin air, inviting him to devour her completely. In one instance, the man kissed her lips, his tongue intertwining with hers while his rod stuck inside hers. The two of them were colliding with one another, the smell of erotica engulfing the four corners of the room, followed by the sound of their flesh kissing from below.

Unable to resist, he rubbed into her arms, thrusting his hips forward so his boy could touch Nana's beautiful breasts. You're ruining my life… So soft. She is soft enough to die. “Oh…my God,” came out of his mouth, but Eric didn't care. On his chest, Nana was panting with excitement and exertion. The fingers on Eric's hips tightened, pulling his hips closer and then pushing back. Further. Oh god damn it! Please, more. "Stronger Nana, hold me tighter," he panted. Nana did, sending Eric into nirvana. He had a feeling he was going to be burned from the inside out. "Do not stop. Just keep it that way.”

“Good morning, gorgeous.” I smile back. “Turn over,” he says. I flip around so his front is to my back. He pulls me close, and I feel the thickness of his morning erection press against my bottom. I wiggle slowly as he kisses my neck and trails his fingers down to my pussy. “So wet for me,” he whispers. I swirl my hips, whimpering at the sudden need that’s coursing through me. He turns away and I hear him open the condom, and in moments, bliss comes as he pushes inside. The angle is different and hits deep, causing me to cry out.

One hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching under to rub her oversensitive clit. “Come again,” he growled. “I want to feel you milk me.” She did—sobbing into the sheets, squirting hard around him. Only then did he let go—pulling out to paint hot stripes across her ass and back while Jade watched with hooded eyes, fingers lazily circling her own clit. They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, sweat-slick and breathless. After a moment, Jade kissed Lila softly, tasting herself on her lips.

Eric :this is the 3rd to the last pose of the day ,so let’s stay here for a little while,stretching our legs,back and arms. I heard a rip and the cold air,brushed past my bare pussy, he pulled his dick, my pussy was already soaking wet, and I didn’t care how wrong this was.. I just needed something inside me. Eric: I need every one to him their favourite song, something that connects you to you favourite time in life.

The touch was soft and smooth, and it sent a jolt through my whole body. Lauren's whole body trembled slightly, and she seemed to really enjoy it. Right now, a man must have been touching her in her dream, and she was loving every second of it. Then she parted her lips slightly and whispered, "Please help me. I need you so badly." I looked down and saw that the sheets beneath her were damp. Everyone around us was already asleep. If I wasn't going to do it now, I never would. I quietly climbed into her bed, and she spread her legs as if on instinct. Everything was right there, ready for me.

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.

I stayed angry. That night, I touched myself again. I squeezed my breasts hard and fingered my wet pussy while crying. I was so frustrated and horny. The next day, I went to see him again. But he was so busy with city affairs and important meetings that he didn’t have time for me. I went back to my room and cried again. I played with my breasts and fingered myself angrily, imagining it was his big cock, but it only made me feel worse. Then, in the middle of the night, the door to my room opened quietly. I sat up in my bed, shocked. Eric walked in completely naked, his strong body glowing in the moonlight and his cock was already half-hard.