Nsfw Erotica Novels & Stories

He pushed her against the shelves, his big hand sliding up under her short skirt, fingers finding how dripping wet she was for him. “You’ve been teasing me for months, haven’t you, Elena?” his voice growled in her mind. “Touching that needy little pussy under my desk while I teach. Such a naughty virgin slut for your professor.” She pushed two fingers deep inside her tight hole, pumping them fast while the vibrator tortured her clit. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room. Her hips bucked wildly. “Yes, Professor… I’m yours… please fuck me…” she whimpered desperately.

He says it like he's trying his best to hold back, and it leaves me shaking from pleasure, already close to an orgasm because of how seductive his voice is. "I don't want you to ever let go. Make me yours forever." I confess, pushing my body forward as he continues to knead my boobs. He lets out a silent wince. "Be careful what you wish for." He says before latching onto my left nipple like a hungry child. This time around, he sucks my nipple with a brutality that forces screams out of my mouth. "Professor.." I moan, but he pulls away and slowly shakes his head. "No, not professor."

TRIGGER WARNING!! This book contains explicit, non-consensual sexual content, revenge rape, intense humiliation, degradation, forced orgasm, bully-victim power reversal, and other extreme dark themes. It is written for readers who actively seek out this type of taboo erotica. If any of those things will upset or harm you, please close the book now. No part of this story should ever be replicated in real life.

The contrast between the cold window and the burning heat of his body was driving me insane. “That’s it,” he rasped, his breath hot against my ear. “Scream into my hand. Let it all out. No one can see you falling apart on my dick, but they might hear you if you’re loud enough. Would you like that? Knowing your colleagues are working late while I ruin this tight pussy?” His words were filthy, degrading, and perfect. My inner walls fluttered around him as another orgasm built fast and vicious. I moaned desperately against his palm, licking and biting at his fingers.

Pretending, trying not to imagine crawling under the desk and begging him to fuck my mouth while we try to stay quiet. By noon I was feral, wild, wet. I walked, staggered, but composed, to the executive restroom. My body was trembling with need. I stormed inside the restroom, pulled my skirt all the way to my stomach, shoved my panties down and immediately thrusted my fingers inside my pussy. I clutched hard on the doors handle fingering myself like a lunatic. I started with two fingers, then three, palm rubbing furiously against my clit with bruising force consecutively. I couldn’t stop I just wanted to dull the ache. “Fuck, Eric...” I whispered, trying not to be too loud. I pictured him be

EXTREME CONTENT WARNING This story (especially Chapters 4 and 5) contains highly explicit, intense, and taboo adult material that is intended ONLY for consenting adults 18+ (21+ in some regions) who actively enjoy extreme dark erotica. The content includes, but is not limited to: ● Intense non-consensual fantasy themes (CNC) and total power exchange ● Extreme degradation and humiliating language (very nasty, filthy dirty talk) ● Graphic depictions of rough anal sex, double penetration, fisting, gape play, and multiple forced orgasms

Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?" Tim gasped again as Petrov used two fingers to stimulate his asshole. Petrov wasn't aiming for penetration at the moment, he just wanted the boy aroused enough to keep talking. Finally, the boy admitted to preferring Nifty and Literotica as his go-to erotic stories websites. Petrov knew that Literotica catered to a variety of genres but smiled knowing that Nifty had no heterosexual stories at all, though Nifty did h

I flailed for something to hold, grabbed the shower curtain then thought again because curtains cost money and anyway it wouldn’t have worked except as a metaphor for reck- less passion. So I braced myself as best I could, one hand on the slippery tiles, another on the tub edge. Steam enshrouded us carrying scents of cosmetics, visions of vanilla chiffon. Pale streaks of foam spiraled into the drain and vanished. His hands dug into my hips. In the midst of the vapor and wetness, his cock shored me up, enormous and substantial where I was soft and hidden. They wouldn’t show that in the movies. This wouldn’t even make a porno because it wasn’t camera friendly. Impossible to see our thrusting c

I pressed my thighs together tighter under the desk, trying to ignore the growing throb between my legs. My nipples tightened against the lace of my bra, pressing noticeably against my blouse if the light hit just right. I hoped he wouldn’t notice. He continued, voice growing richer. “Degradation adds to the intensity. Calling her my filthy whore while she’s soaked and desperate. Pinning her down, yanking her hair, slamming into her from behind until she’s screaming. And breeding… the fantasy of pumping load after load into her unprotected pussy, filling her until she’s overflowing, imagining her swelling with my seed. Marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.”

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.