Peter Pan Erotica Novels & Stories

That was when Tyler Peters walked back into my life. I hadn’t seen him since high school. Back then he was the boy every girl wanted…tall, sharp-featured, smart enough for every AP class, popular enough to date the ones with reputations. I was the quiet one who sat two rows over and never got asked out. I used to go home and lie in bed imagining his hands on me. Straps of my nightie pushed down, my own palms standing in for his as I cupped my bare tits and rubbed my nipples until they stood up hard. Then I’d shove the fabric between my legs and grind against it until it was soaked. In my head he saw I wasn’t wearing panties. He put his hand on my bare pussy. My fingers played in the folds fo

“Fill my tight little virgin pussy with that thick cock of yours. Make me yours.” My fingers slide between my thighs. My breath catches. My heart pounds. My panties are almost dripping. I stand up, letting them fall down my legs, stepping out of them with slow, deliberate grace. My wetness clings to my inner thighs. I drag my skirt up to my waist and sit back on his desk, legs parted, giving in to the fantasy. One finger grazes my clit and my hips buck. It feels electric. I shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t care.

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

"I'm going to take your pants off now, baby. You okay with that?" I lick my lips. "Yes." A predatory smile takes over Callan's face as he flicks the button on my jeans. "Lay back, Erica." I do as I'm told and lay back against the couch. He then grips my jeans and tugs them over my hips and down my legs, leaving me in just my panties. His eyes darken when his gaze zeroes in on what's between my legs. "I can't wait to get my mouth on this pussy." Sliding his palms up my calves and in between my thighs, Callan spreads my legs wide. "Hold your legs open, Erica. Show me what's mine. Show me what no other man has had the pleasure of tasting or ever will." He inches his face a little closer, and I

“Follow the red lanterns, beauty. Only the red ones. They’ll lead you to what your curves are truly craving.” From inside his vest, he produced a single ticket. It was thick parchment, warm from his body heat, stamped with a phoenix rising from intricate flames. As he pressed it into her palm, his fingers deliberately slid across her sensitive skin. The contact was electric, a jolt that shot straight to her clit, making her gasp softly and her knees weaken.

It is like a smile of a pretentious devil that will not accept any rejection. “I already told you. Everything and anyone that Daniela loves is also mine to love.” More than the word obsession, a clear stance for something dark and evil that half of his mind is screaming at him to comply with whatever she wanted. But the other half is protesting. Peter I somewhat at a loss, with the fear that is currently taunting him by the moment, something clicks inside of him. ‘IF THIS IS THE KIND OF PEOPLE AROUND THE SHRINE MAIDEN. DON’T YOU WANT TO PROTECT HER YOURSELF?’

The sheer wrongness of it sent waves of lust through me, mixing desire with panic. "Stefan, what's… what's wrong with you?"I managed to gasp, my voice trembling as I tried to push his hands away from my hips. "We can't do this! It's insane!" "Oh, but we can, mama," he murmured, his voice dripping with temptation beside my ear. His other hand came up to cover my breast, his thumb scraping over my hardened nipple. I cried out, my back arching involuntarily. "I know you want to. And I want to. I've wanted to since the first day I came home."

The lewd, dirty photos left nothing to the imagination — her tits and open cunt-hole on full display for other men to see and lust over. We had fantastic sex that night. When the opportunity came for her to appear in her first proper porno film, I agreed to accompany her and watch. I stood behind the lights and cameras as Kamilla lay there wantonly on the bed, her pussy on full display and her lovely soft tits exposed to Carl, the male stud.

“But I’ve been watching you all summer. The way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention. The way your nipples get hard every time I walk into the room without a shirt on.” Olivia whimpered softly as his fingers reached the edge of her panties. She was soaked, the cotton fabric clinging wetly to her swollen pussy lips. “Calder… we can’t. If Mom and Dad ever found out—” His fingers slipped under the edge of her panties, brushing her slick folds. “Then we won’t let them find out.” He rubbed her clit in slow, teasing circles, making her hips jerk. “Fuck, you’re dripping for me already. I like girls with wet pussy.”