Novel Erotis Novels & Stories

The promise of the taboo, the agreement we had made, and the sheer audacity of the act reignited the fire in my gut. Even though I had just come, the psychological charge of the situation was too potent. As I stood up and looked down at my cock, I was amazed to see it already stirring, thickening back toward its full nine-inch glory. The anticipation was a powerful aphrodisiac. I quickly showered, the cold water doing nothing to dampen the heat between my legs. I dressed in something simple, my mind racing. I could still smell Lilian on my skin, a reminder of who I belonged to, which only made the prospect of invading Sarah’s space more erotic.

I continued my dance , swaying my hips and teasing him . Slowly, I started taking off the lingerie from the bralette, revealing my firm, round breasts and my nipples which were already hard as stones. Nathan’s breathing grew heavy as he watched, completely mesmerized by my erotic display. He reached out, tracing a finger down my stomach, pausing at my waist . I moaned softly as his fingers brushed against my sensitive skin, my body trembling in anticipation. He pulled me closer, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. I reached for the waistband of his pants, undoing them with practiced ease. I slipped my hand inside and wrapped my fingers around his hard length, stroking it firmly.

Then I’d stand, bend her over the railing, and thrust into her from behind, her cries echoing across the water as I claimed what’s always been mine. Elena’s breathing grew ragged. She hiked her dress higher, fingers slipping beneath the damp cotton of her panties. Her clit was swollen, slick with arousal. She circled it slowly as she turned pages, lost in Victor’s raw confessions. Last night I wrote her name while I came. Elena. Elena. Elena. If she ever returns, I won’t hold back. I’ll lock the doors, strip her bare, and spend days teaching her body every filthy pleasure. Spreading her ass cheeks and rimming her tight little hole while she fingers herself. Making her watch in the mirror as

I felt my belly swell a little from the sheer amount. Cum leaked everywhere. Thick, sticky, different colors and temperatures. The incubus came down my throat and the taste made my brain melt, it was sweet, it was addictive, and felt wrong. They didn’t stop there either, they were no where being done with me just yet. ... I lost track of how many times they fucked me. My pussy was gaping, red, swollen. My asshole felt wrecked. Tentacles had been in every hole, pumping some kind of slick fluid that kept me sensitive and horny even when the pain got too much.

Honestly, the only room in the house that was finished was the one he was using—the master bedroom. Behind the door, the girl continued to cry, and the sobs seemed to be amplified as they reached his ears. When he closed his eyes, his brain immediately found the memory of her flushed body tied to the bedpost - wide open, completely at his mercy. Eric sighed and straightened himself. Maybe he'll stop by the pub down the street and find an easygoing girl willing to help distract him from the girl behind the locked door. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed again as he strode across the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator door, he felt the cool moisture spread on his skin, so wonderful. Ever

He flashed a bright, dangerous smile and added, “Don’t worry. From now on, we won’t take any days off. We’ll follow your little erotica novel’s schedule exactly.” A chill crawled up my spine. Something felt very, very wrong…

Nicolas kept the pace steady and deep, thumb never stopping on her clit. “That’s my neighbor,” he murmured against her ear. “So fucking wet for me already. Can’t even pretend you came here for anything else.” Jade’s whole body tensed. Her mouth fell open as the orgasm hit her hard and sudden. She came with a broken moan of his name, hips jerking against his hand, pussy squeezing his fingers in tight pulses. Nicolas worked her through it, slowing only when she started twitching from sensitivity. He finally pulled his fingers out and held them up between their faces, shiny and coated.

Derick, who had no idea what I have just done. I touched my lips, then my neck, then lower—just once, through my skirt—and felt her breath catch. I grabbed my bag, got out of the car, and walked toward the apartment. I walked into the apartment still feeling Mr. Grant’s cum leak out of me with every step. Derick was on the couch in a t-shirt and sweatpants, scrolling on his phone. He looked up and smiled. “Hey, baby. Long day?” “Yeah.” I went straight to the shower, but I didn’t wash between my legs. I left his cum inside me on purpose. When I came out in just a towel, Derick was already hard. He pulled me onto the bed and kissed me like he always did—soft, familiar, safe.

4 LENA I felt him then, a shift, something more insidious than ever before. His presence wasn’t just inside my head anymore—it was everywhere. It filled the air, thick and suffocating. I couldn’t escape it. His fingers—no, my fingers—lifted to my lips, brushing over them in a soft, deliberate motion. The touch was gentle, almost tender, but it only made the horror worse. It wasn’t my hand. It wasn’t my touch. The realization was a slow, creeping cold that snaked down my spine. His lips, warm and familiar, pressed against mine, and I felt it—him, claiming me.

he said. We lay there in bed, my good cheek resting on his shoulder while we examined her list. Wartenberg wheels, erotic electrostimulation, plastic wrap, animal roleplay, breast torture, edgeplay, human furniture, Japanese bondage, predicament bondage, sexual roleplay, suspension, wax play, wooden horse, figging, Sybian, humiliation and exposure, sexual denial. Those were the things she indicated she wanted to try. The things she'd marked as a gray area which she was unsure about trying were enemas, analingus, fisting, anal sex, auctioning or selling and something called nyotaimori.