Novel & Cerita Modern Erotica

They caressed one another as they danced, hands fondling breasts, nipples, fingers playing with rosebud nether regions and spreading scented oil and love-fluid over ripe labia and prominent clits. Karen stared down at Mallory and his eyes opened, meeting hers, mockery in their golden depths. Celine worked harder, and his expression changed to the intense look of a man about to come. He gasped, reared against her pubis, gave a loud groan and spent himself inside her. On cue, the other girls entered the bed, wrapping their limbs round him till his body was buried in silken, aromatic flesh.

“My best friend’s little slut taking load after load all weekend. Gonna fill you one more time before we head back so you remember who owns this hole.” His strokes turned brutal, skin slapping loud against my ass. I reached down, stroking myself fast and matching his rhythm while he railed me. Pleasure built fast, twisting tight in my gut until I came hard, shooting across the sheets as my hole clamped down on him like a vice. Ethan cursed and slammed in to the hilt, unloading another thick flood of cum deep in my guts. He kept grinding through it, milking every drop before finally pulling out and watching his seed leak from my wrecked entrance with dark satisfaction.

I returned the favour, tracing useless circles over clit until I felt the build-up in her lower belly. Arching my ass just high enough to give her some air, she let out a desperate cry. “I'm gonna cum. P—Please—” I rested my ass on her face again, and let her whimper straight into my holes as she squirted. Hurst reveled. Gleaming, hardening. “Here's your reward, Mrs. Morales.” I turned again before he could cum inside her, and rested my body perfectly on hers. Mouth to mouth, pelvis against pelvis.

“I’ve had my eyes on you for months. I didn’t know how to say it. You’re beautiful, smart, and so fucking tempting sitting there in my class, answering questions with that sweet voice. I wanted you so badly, but I’m your professor. It felt wrong… until I couldn’t fight it anymore.” His hand stayed between them, fingers rubbing her clit while his thick cock slid in and out of her in long, romantic strokes. “I’ve been jerking off every single night just looking at your videos,” he confessed, voice rough with lust. “Watching you dance, seeing your body move… it drove me crazy. I came thinking about filling this tight little pussy.” Elena moaned louder, her hips rocking to meet his thrusts. The

I stutter and close my thigh together, only for my swollen and wet cunt lips to rub together and elicit a new sensation in my core. What is this? “Just fingering Lydia by the pool side” Kandy says dirtily and my jaw drops open, a moan slipping out instead of a protest and I see my step daddy's jaw tick. He fold his fingers into a fist like he's holding back, he looks so sexy like that. “Kandy that's inappropriate, Lydia is a good girl” he says, sounding like he's restraining himself from yelling at us but Kandy's smile only widen. The tension between the two of them causes my pussy to pulse again with an even stronger want and wronger need…raw and dirty.

“Oh...” The shorter woman leaned in from the other side and took my other breast into her mouth at the same time. Soft lips, the light scrape of teeth, a slow pull that made my back arch. At the same moment her fingers slid between my legs, parting my soaked folds like she already knew exactly how wet I was. “Fuck,” I breathed, hips jerking against her hand. The taller one lifted her mouth just enough to speak, lips brushing my wet nipple. “You’re already so ready for us,” she murmured. “Feel that? How much your body wants this?”

And yes Miss-Goodie-Two-Shoes, that includes you too. Anyway, getting off track here. So as I was saying, I'm an erotic romance writer (yes that's a category), which means that it's not all about just sex, sex and more sex, contrary to popular beliefs, erotica’s have story lines too. And it does not include sleeping with every XY-gene on sight. But like I said before, I am severely lagging in experience and to cover for that, I watch a hell lot of porn and read thousands erotic novels. To say that I could write my very own Kama sutra would be an understatement.

The erotica sounds of her mouth filled the space under the water, mixing with my gasps and low moans behind me. Faith free hand slid up to my throat, tilting my head back so she could bite along my neck while her hips kept rolling. "That's my girl, let her taste how wet you are," she moaned, pressing two fingers back inside me from behind even as Stella tongue sucked my front. She then pushed two fingers alongside Faith's, both of them stretching me open together. Their fingers moved in rhythm, one curling up while the other thrust deeper, scissoring inside my clenching walls. My legs shook harder. Faith adjusted her stance, spreading me wider so Stella could comfortably bury her face comple

She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'

“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.