Poison Ivy Erotica Novels & Stories

Instantly, the scent of pussy and cum harasses my nostrils. Lying on the armchair is none other than Ivy. She's naked, and standing in between her legs is a bulky guy about six inches tall. He has bald hair. I'm very certain he's one of her sex toys. Ivy has turned down all the men wanting to mate with her because she wanted me. The guy's length is lodged into her womanhood, pleasuring her while another female with burnt brown hair is tickling Ivy's clit. She holds the sides of Ivy's pussy lips so the guy can penetrate her deeply.

Aston stepped out of the infirmary before he returned in his hands, he was clutching a set of herbs that he placed in front of Levy and started grinding them in the pestle as he explained, “ Poison of ivy is like a bane for witches just like how silver reacts when it touches our skin—— but two times worse. Unlike silver that can be extracted with the help of healers' magical powers, the poison of ivy is something that sticks to the skin of witches and does not budge until it's forcefully ejected.”

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

he whispered, grinding his hips slightly against mine. I felt it. Oh God, I felt it. A hard, thick ridge pressing against my belly through his sweatpants. He was hard. My uncle was hard, and he was pressing his erection against me. My brain was in absolute fragments. This was wrong. This was incestuous. This was forbidden. But I was so wet. I was soaking through my panties, the liquid heat pooling between my legs. "Uncle Ryder..." I moaned, the title feeling dirty and erotic on my tongue.

The whole day had been hectic. I took out a bottle of wine and poured myself some. I dropped onto the cushions, remote in hand, and flicked on the TV. Mindless noise to fill the silence. I scrolled through channels, news, reruns, some late night talk shows until I landed on a movie. One of those erotic thrillers, the kind with dim lighting and heavy breathing. I almost changed it, but the scene caught me. A woman alone in a lavish room, silk robe slipping off her shoulder, her hand trailing down her body as soft music swelled.

We laughed together. “Is he handsome, is he cute, and does he have a nice raw cassava down there, etc.” Ivy asked. “Oh! Come on! You are asking too much details.” I told her but nodded as if to indicate positive for her questions. “The man am fucking right now, apart from my husband, I chose him purely for his penis. I mean, my vagina seems to have gotten bigger due to giving birth to 4 children and I was feeling like I could not get enough of my husband’s penis so I got myself a man who has a larger penis.” Ivy told me. She took out her tablet, activated data bundles and began to scroll on a certain website. I was curious to know which website it was.

Demon sex. Whoa. Great Aunt Rose was even more unhinged than I thought. I didn't know if she actually used the book, but she must have, right? I mean, it was a sex spellbook, for God's sake! Who wouldn't use it? In fact, I was already thinking of a few things... No! I said to myself firmly. Snap out of it! But... Fuck, my nipples were tingling, and there was a familiar ache between my legs. I glanced at my drawer where my battery powered boyfriend lay. Did I really want to get out my vibrator now when I was supposed to be cleaning?

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe

"I want you to feel the depth of this obsession. I want you to remember the way my hands feel when they own you, so that when you’re hiding, when you’re waiting for me to come for you, you don't forget who your Master is." The eroticism was dark, explicit, and laced with a terrifying finality. Every movement was a mark of possession. Dante moved within her with a slow, sadistic rhythm that was both a punishment and a prayer. He wanted to leave a permanent echo in her nervous system—a sensory brand that no "transfusion" could ever wash away. "Is this... the cure?" Ivy sobbed, her head lolling back as the pleasure and the pain collided in a blinding white light. "Is this how you... save me?"

Her legs shivered, while a moan escaped her lips. With that, Ivy popped her eyes, only to find her eyes wet with tears. Her p*ssy never flamed than before. Sensing her emotions, she yanked the girl's panties off her slim thighs, then stared at her salty–like lips. With that, she ran her delicate fingers on her wet fur and stroke her swollen p*ssy lips. A pleasurable wave slamming through her, she tightened her fingers around the metallic rail and moaned, “F*ck!”