New Age Erotica Novels & Stories

he room was dim, the blinds half drawn, and I could hear muffled sounds coming from one of the screens, moans and heavy breathing that made my steps slow down. They were watching something, their heads close together, and as I got closer, I realized it was an erotica movie, the kind with no plot, just straight up fucking. On the screen, a woman was on her knees, sucking off two guys at once, her mouth stretched wide around one cock while her hand stroked the other. My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a sudden warmth spread between my legs. What the hell are they doing watching that here? We are all 22, but this is bold, even for them.

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A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.

The basement air clung to their skin like a second lover, thick with the scent of sweat, leather, and the sharp metallic bite of lube and cum. Maya lay curled against Étienne’s chest on the wide leather chaise, blanket draped loosely over her hips, her body still humming from the last brutal wave he’d dragged out of her. Every breath pulled at the fresh welts across her thighs, the deep ache in both holes, the sticky film that coated her from navel to knees.

Van's fingers dug into her hips, his grip bruising as he held her in place, his cock sliding deeper with each thrust. "You like it rough, don't you, mama?" he grunted, his breath ragged with exertion and desire. Camila's body trembled, her muscles clenching around them, the sensations overwhelming. She moaned, a long, drawn-out sound of pure ecstasy, her head thrown back, her hair spilling down her back as she found herself in the highest cloud of ecstacy. Andrew, still stroking himself, moved closer, his dark eyes glinting with lust. "Look at you, so fucking beautiful," he said, "Our little whore."

" I quickly did as he said, feeling a ripple of ecstasy wash through me. "Slide your finger though your pussy, getting just enough of that hot wetness to make it feel like silk when you touch your clit." I did so again, my body was on fire. "Fuck Aiden, my body is on fire." "As it should." "You wish you had a cock in your mouth now, don't you Valerie? "You want to suck on a cock so bad." "You want to make it hard, and hard, and hard." "Do you want all that delicious spunk to jet into your hot, eager mouth."

My fingers dug into her breasts, twisting her nipples until she cried out. “Good,” Ethan murmured, unzipping himself. “More of that.” “You watching closely?” I growled, then leaned down and bit Tara’s shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. She whimpered beneath me, her legs parting instinctively, her pussy already glistening again. “She’s wet,” I said without looking at him. “You proud of yourself?” “Ecstatic,” he said, stroking himself lazily. “But I’m not done.” He stood and came closer. Too close. His cock was hard, leaking at the tip.

"Hmmm." I place my hand on my chin and narrow my eyes at her, pretending to be deep in thought. In reality, all I'm doing is devouring her curves with my eyes, remembering how her soaked pussy felt through her panties when I had my hand between her thighs. "I'd say thirty-four?" Irina's face goes instantly beat red. Her jaw goes slack and she gasps, "What!?" "Kidding!" I reply before she loses her shit. "You're eighteen! Max nineteen."

She watched different movies which inspire her imagination on how a daddy fucked her step- daughter’s pussy and that encouraged her to think of her step-dad for sexy-hot-dinner. James watched erotica grew older but never thinks of laying nude on her, let alone fucking her young fucky. Sometimes he admires her young body and remembered how he used to play with nude young girls in the beach park. On a Tuesday morning, Retica woke-up without knowing what to think for a moment. Whether to consider clubbing and inviting more guys who really wish to pay for a wild-cam performance or to stay at home and expect her formal client to reappear with their usual crazy demands. “I want to see your pussy,

OG (short for orgasm) and I'm the best erotic romance writer in Imphal, a small town near Montana. And all erotic writers need experience, which I sadly lack since I'm still a virgin, that too at 18 years of age. And yes, you that heard right. And no, not all erotica’s are sluts, we just have a better idea of what maximum of the populace likes to read...under covers. And yes Miss-Goodie-Two-Shoes, that includes you too.