Poison Ivy Erotica Novels & Stories

All these images swirled around her subconscious like a phallic highlight reel of cherry-popping madness. Michael cried out as she felt his cock hard as a rock, buried in her snatch. He shot his load, shooting his seminal spray deep. It shot out like a garden hose, spraying his thick creamy white jizz deep inside her fertile body, his sperm swimming valiantly all the way up to her egg. The two monumental knobs in her face twitched soon after, and Johnson sprayed his milk like a squirt-gun right into Loveth’s open mouth and onto her outstretched tongue. She swallowed down as much as she could, just as she saw Wayne’s huge black monster begin to vibrate.

I’d let myself into the house, have a couple beers and sit myself down on the couch in my office, flicking on some p**n. And after a couple minutes, the vids do their work. Oh yeah, I’ll find a brunette who looks just like Angie, curvy, ripe, nubile, with a big, hot butt and jiggling tits. And stroking myself, I’ll erupt, the white trailing all over the couch, making a mess on the rug while gasping her name.

I looked like a war zone someone fucked in. And the worst part? I was still wet. The poison did that sometimes, turned pain into this sick, throbbing heat that pooled between my thighs and made my clit pulse like it had its own heartbeat. I hated it. Hated how my body could betray me while my mind screamed murder. I dragged a finger down one of the black lines on my stomach, watching the skin twitch. “Well… welcome back, you old bitch,” I muttered wondering what exactly triggered it. Ivy’s voice rasped inside my skull, weaker than usual, like she’d been chain-smoking in the back of my brain.

I rasped. I hiked her skirt up, revealing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. She was already soaking, her juices glistening in the dim light of the bathroom. I dropped to my knees, my hands prying her thighs wide. I didn't hesitate; I buried my face in her, my tongue finding her clit and swirling around it with a hard, rhythmic pressure. Tinashe shrieked, her head tossing back against the wall, the sound muffled by the music outside. "Eric! Oh, God, right there!"

Ava considered lubricant but dismissed it since thinking of Travis was enough to spark her desire, leaving her wet and ready. She climbed onto her bed, tossing the towel aside to reveal her bare skin before nestling into a cozy pile of pillows. Her ten-inch dildo lay nearby, the star of her private show, but Ava wasn’t rushing. She wanted to build her arousal slowly, teasing herself to a fever pitch.

Her past life haunted and ruined her desire in the worst way. . . . More Erotica coming!!!

“We have one… though it’s in the rare books section. I can show you… if you don’t mind getting a little private with me back there.” As we walked together through the stacks, the silence of the library stretched thick and heavy between us, buzzing with the kind of tension that makes your nipples harden under your shirt. Evelyn was intensely focused, but her eyes kept sliding over me… slow, hungry, like she was already picturing me bent over a table. My hand brushed the small of her back as I guided her, and the contact sent a jolt straight to my clit. I felt her arch just a fraction into my touch, her perfume wrapping around me… something expensive and filthy, like jasmine and pure sex.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

He flashed a bright, dangerous smile and added, “Don’t worry. From now on, we won’t take any days off. We’ll follow your little erotica novel’s schedule exactly.” A chill crawled up my spine. Something felt very, very wrong…

I was having trouble with my breathing and couldn’t seem to get enough air, yet I was just lying there, passive. In the dim light I could see that Ivy, too, was hot. Her body gleamed with perspiration. Her scent seemed to surround me, an earthy smell that made me feel light-headed. Then I realized that my own scent had joined hers, filling our small room with the aroma of aroused women. The air seemed heavy and dank. She leaned over me and a drop of her perspiration fell off her nipple onto my face. It seemed the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me.