Married Erotica Novels & Stories

Her mouth fell open, a breathy hiss mingling with soft moans as he stirred every dormant sensation hidden within her. With each caress, he ignited a primal need within her—an ache for love, for pleasure, for the intimate bond she yearned for. It was a beautiful, powerful awakening, overwhelming her senses and leaving her intoxicated with desire. Lost in the moment, Marissa almost missed the subtle shift as Efrain trapped one of her legs between his own, opening her most secret place to him.

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.

I cried out into the linens. “That’s it,” he growled. “Take it, you slutty nun.” He slammed deeper. Hips slapped my ass. The shelf rattled. His hand on my neck kept me pinned while he fucked me in long, rough strokes. “This what you’ve been thinking about during mass?” he asked. “Getting bent over and filled?” “Yes—” He reached around and rubbed my clit hard while he thrust. I came a second time, clenching around him, moaning into the cloth. He kept pounding through it.

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!”

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

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

to the door. Then I carefully sat across from him. I noticed him looking me up and down. I squeezed my legs together, fearful that the evidence of my arousal might be coating my inner thighs if I wasn’t careful. At that moment I silently chastised myself. A wave of guilt washed over me. After all, I was here to purge myself of these feelings, not relish in them. The Father finished his phone call and seemed to look me over for a moment before he started. “You’re right on time. Sexual thoughts and masturbation are quite normal, Megan. However, what you described to me seems perhaps an unhealthy interest in sex. Prurient in the most sinful of ways. This can lead to further fornication and pro

“My beautiful, ruined little secretary. Your sweet pussy is still fluttering, greedy for more.” I blushed deeply, but my body betrayed me again. My nipples tightened into hard peaks, and fresh slickness gathered at my entrance. “Pastor… we shouldn’t,” I whispered, even as my legs parted wider on their own. Elias smiled, dark and knowing. He stepped between my spread thighs and cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my sensitive buds. “We already have, Ria. And now that I’ve tasted how perfectly you take me, I’m not stopping until I’ve used every inch of this willing body tonight.”

She didn’t know, not truly, but her dreams had begun to curdle with strange heat, visions of hands not like his, but rougher, mouths that devoured rather than kissed. “They break them open,” Valerius continued, his lips close enough to taste her fear. “They take that sweet innocence and smear it with sin until it’s unrecognizable. Until it begs for more.” He released her, leaving her skin buzzing with something foul and tantalizing. That night, in her canopy bed, Elara touched herself for the first time with purpose, imagining those words as hands on her body. Her own fingers dipped beneath the lace of her nightdress, into the slick heat between her thighs, and she pictured not flowers, but

Liam’s mouth found my nipple as he sucked softly, his tongue flicking the sensitive peak. “You taste so good, Kara,” he mumbled, his hands sliding down to tug my shorts off, leaving me fully bare. “Open for me.” I obeyed, spreading my thighs as his fingers brushed my entrance, already wet. “Oh fuck, Liam,” I gasped, my hips twitching. “Touch me there.” Adam moved behind me, his hard cock pressing against my ass through his shredded pants. “You’re so hot like this, Kara,” he growled, biting my. “Bend over for me, let me feel you.”