Peter Pan Erotica Novels & Stories

"I thought I did but... I don't know" "He must have been really good?" Cynthia whined "Extremely good. He changed my view of life" "Really?" "Can you believe that I can't even touch Peter's dick!" "Seriously! but when it comes to Peter, it shouldn't be a shock" "And this guy made me do everything I wanted" "You touched him?" "I touched him. I licked him. I sucked him. He made me believe that porn is real. With Peter, he believed in something else. I hardly saw his dick. He made everything difficult"

“Ever take a man here? Yeah, I’ll bet you have. Whores like you love it kinky and raw. I’m going to fuck you here for sure.” She heard slurping noises; then Peter was pressing a wet finger into her ass. She shuddered, trying to block the reality out, but the biting pain didn’t allow that. This was getting serious. Fast. “Ah, yeah. That’s fucking hot. I can’t wait to get back here and go for a hard ride.” He extracted the finger. “But I gotta see those tits first.”

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

“You know, I could help you get more than just what belongs to you…” I shoved his hand off my hip and reached for my bags. “No, thank you.” Peter grabbed my arm. “Come on, there must be something that you want.” I tried to shake his hand off. “I said no, thank you.” Peter’s hand wouldn’t budge. “A little something? I know there’s something that I want. Of course, it’s not little.” Peter’s eyes roved up and down my body. He licked his lips slowly, obscenely. I wanted to puke just watching him.

What does he mean, I don't look at him the same way anymore? "I…" I stammer, confused by the way he's looking and touching me. "Did he leave those marks on you?" he asks, running his fingertips over the bruises on my neck. My body locks in place, my mind trying to formulate the answers to his questions. "I can do this for you, Amelia. I can give you pleasure, a lot of pleasure and no one needs to know. she says, her mouth edging dangerously towards mine. Then the penny drops. Peter is saying that he wants me, implying that I can be his in secret.

However, Peter seemed rather amused, and said, “Oh, stop playing hard to get, Areiza. Just so you know, I can satisfy you in bed.” “You wish. You are nothing compared to Darren. He is strong and athletic, unlike you, a dirty old man. If you want to describe yourself, you should be realistic,” Areiza retorted sarcastically. She had known that Peter was full of himself, but she did not know that he was this shameless. “But I am more experienced than he is. Darren is still young. He still has a long way to go, don’t you think?” Peter said as he seemed proud of himself for sleeping with many women.

I stammered. “I see.” He smirked and continued walking. “So what do you think of erotic books? Do they convey the messages purely like movies do? The expressions, the feelings… everything.” I gulped. “It all comes down to how good the writer is.” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I most times prefer to read erotic books instead of watching erotic movies. “Interesting,” he smiled. “We really do have a lot in common.” “Do you get the urge to do it when you read them?” he continued.

I could feel every inch of him go in and out in seconds, he was so full inside me, I couldn’t breathe. And not because he was choking me, but because the sensation around was killing me. He drove in deeper and faster and I screamed out in pleasure and closed my eyes. “Look at me”, he demanded. “Look at me as I ruin you”, he said again. Then he smacked my ass hard making me start begging. I don’t even know what I was begging for but the feeling around was too good i just had to start begging. “Fuck Youre so sweet Ava, damn Youre so fight”

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.

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************