Married Erotica Novels & Stories

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

Adam's thumb found her clit, circling and pressing, his fingers working within her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Amanda's breathing became ragged, the pleasure coursing through her body with each expert stroke of Adam's fingers. Her mind was foggy, her body on fire, and she knew she was close to breaking. "Please," she begged, "please, sir. I need you." --------------------------------------------. I arrived at the office early, still feeling the pleasant body aches from last night. I could hardly believe what had happened, and yet I couldn't stop my heart from racing when I spotted Mr Adam in his office.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

They fucked like animals. His hands were everywhere. Her nails clawed his chest. The circle around them fell silent, save for the moans and the slap of skin. Amara didn’t care who watched. In fact, the thought of being seen made her wetter. "Look at you," Rome panted, biting her shoulder. "Fucking me in front of all your friends." She whimpered. "You like this?" "Yes," she gasped. "God, yes." Another voice from the dark: "Let me touch her."

“Deeper. If you make me come I might let you fuck me.” The man’s tongue worked frantically. Wet sounds filled the room. Nadia moaned, rolling her hips, using his face like a toy. She reached down and pinched his nipples hard. The man groaned into her cunt. She rode his mouth faster, tits bouncing, until her thighs tightened and she came with a sharp cry, soaking his face. Mateo’s hand moved to his crotch without thinking. He rubbed himself through his pants, eyes glued to the scene. Nadia stood up, cum from her orgasm glistening on the man’s chin. She grabbed a strap-on from the table, a thick black dildo and buckled it around her hips.

"Bend over the desk. Ass up, legs spread." I scrambled up, skirt hiked to my waist, tits spilling out as he ripped my blouse open—buttons pinging across the floor. Cool wood hit my nipples, hardening them more. I arched my back, pussy exposed, lips puffy and dripping, clit peeking out begging. He stepped behind, rubbing his cock along my slit slow, coating himself in my juices. The fat head nudged my entrance, parting folds, but didn't push in. "Beg for it, Mira. Beg your boss to ruin this married pussy."

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 couldn’t take more…I shut the video and grabbed the file Liam had left me. If the movie was meant to show me examples, the file had to be the explanation. I flipped through the pages, scanning line after line until the words jumped out, black and merciless against white paper. “Case study: Erectile Dysfunction linked to suppressed accidental trauma triggers.” I swallowed. The next page was worse. “Treatment recommendation: patient requires a master figure to awaken dormant sexual response”. I swallowed as I read. It's not as though I wasn't expecting something this bad. “It involves guided dominance, controlled exercises, and exploration of BDSM methods. The patient must obey the partner f

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!”

The master bedroom door was not fully closed; there was a little gap, enough for her to see inside. Chloe stopped a foot away, her heart hammered so loud she was sure they would hear it. She leaned forward just enough to see. Damien had Mia on all fours in the middle of the mattress. His broad back glistened with sweat, his muscles shifted under his skin as he gripped her hips and yanked her back onto his cock with every thrust. Mia’s face was buried in the pillow, hands fisted in the sheets, ass high. Her dark hair stuck to her neck and shoulders. Every time Damien bottomed out, Mia’s whole body jolted forward, tits swaying heavily.