Pegging Erotica Novels & Stories

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

Watersports that involve sexual acts like ingesting urine or bathing in urine, urinating on another person or items (such as bedwetting) and self-soiling. No, pee fetish (also referred to as urolagnia) isn't a typo. In the world of kinks and fetishes, lots of things can be twisted into an erotic sensation. Pee is one of them. Like other fringe kinks of bodily functions (such as sleeping, eating, and even something as simple as specific body parts), pee has found its way into the erotic profile of many sexually active adults.

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.”

My moans turned into desperate cries echoing softly in our hidden spot. “Beg for it,” he growled against my pussy, the vibrations making me clench. “Tell me what a desperate cock-hungry slut you are.” “I—I’m a desperate slut,” I gasped, shame and arousal mixing into something filthy and addictive. “Please make me cum again. I need it so bad.”

"This place... it might be a bit much. If it freaks you out, we can turn right around and leave. No pressure." Jay reached up, his fingers lightly brushing over the edge of my mask. "Open the door, Jake," he murmured softly, his eyes heavy with arousal. My heart hammered against my ribs. I turned the handle and pushed the heavy door open. The red room was dimly lit, drenched in deep crimson light and thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and heavy perfume. Everywhere you looked, bodies were entangled. Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys.

She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene. Travis's hands grasped her hips, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through her body, as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Are you ready, Sadile?" he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent a jolt of excitement through her. Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that

What a treat. Ezra tugs his underwear down next, revealing those strong thighs, tense and rock-solid like he’s either been for a workout or recently delivered a powerful fucking. Tattoos sit perfectly on his skin. One at his hip that emphasises the flat rigidity of his stomach, and one on his pec that somehow draws attention to his small, dark nipples. I’m undone already, and when I catch a glimpse of the meat of his cock before he wraps himself in a towel, I find myself crossing my legs involuntarily. Jiggling my right thigh so the seam of my jeans sends zinging thrills through my clit.

We continued to f**k like this but then as we were getting more turned on we both knew we needed more stable surroundings. ‎I could feel each piercing hitting different spots in my p***y that I never thought possible. ‎ ‎"You wanna ride me baby?" he asked and all I could do was nod. He pulled out and carried me out of the pool and found a pool chair. He lay back and I got up and straddled him. The head of his c**k rubbed against my clit as I took him in, the piercings followed soon after, setting off those sparks. Once his c**k was nestled deep in my p***y, I began to ride him.

This is a lesbian erotica story, enjoy! “Bang!” I jump, looking behind me. My best friend, Joanna, eyes me as I stare at myself in the mirror, flipping her hair over her face. She smiles, “You do realise it’s my wedding night, right?” I turn swiftly, my hand resting on my hips as I glare at her. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” She laughs, quenching my anger instantly. “Meaning why don’t you come help me with my hair instead of primping yourself for Jimmy.”

He had his dick out, his hand moving in a frantic blur as he listened to me describe how the inside of my pussy feels while his father was ruining me. “Jesus Christ! Don't stop, baby! Keep talking! Keep moaning!” Preston begged as he sucked on my breasts causing my toes to curl. "Tell him how the bushy hairs tickle your balls every time you slam home," I whispered, my voice a filthy lure. "Oh, Enid!" Preston roared. He lost all control. He withdrew almost completely and then slammed back in with a force that made the heavy desk creak and groan. The legs of the desk scraped across the floor with a loud, metallic screech. I saw through hooded, glassy eyes as Conner finally came on the floor, h