Polyamory Erotica Novels & Stories

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

Over, and over, and over, and over. My legs began to shake as my skin turned to fire and the pleasure that mixed with the conflicted guilt became so intense that I could no longer think straight. Angelo was silent, save for his silent pants and the occasional grunt whenever he would feel my cunt tighten around his cock. Other than that, he was wordless, and that's how I knew that he was beginning to fall into that same cloudy sex-daze that I was.

I asked curiously as I connected my phone to the big screen and opened our group chat. I started playing the erotic videos and pictures that Sylvia sent to me. “Well I have this crazy fetish…” Liam’s voice was slow and low and I knew he was up to something dangerous. “I am listening.” “So there is this role play sex I saw online that I want us to recreate.” “Role play sounds intriguing, what is the play going to be about?” “The twin masters and their slave.” He made a raze dazzle sign with his hands and I saw a very clear picture of what he meant.

“I’m your desperate slut! I need to come so badly it hurts! My pussy is dripping everywhere and I can feel it running down my thighs. I’m shaking. I’m crying. Please let me come on your fingers. I’ll scream even louder if you want. Just please don’t stop, please, Damien!” The raw confession seemed to satisfy him completely so Damien thrust his fingers deep and hard, curling them with perfect precision while his thumb rubbed firm, rapid circles over my clit. The orgasm crashed over me with blinding force. I screamed his name—“Damien!”—my entire body convulsing violently as powerful waves of pleasure tore through every nerve. My pussy clenched tightly around his fingers, gushing fresh, hot wet

His jeans were unzipped, thick cock freed and pressed flush against my soaked pussy shaft sliding through my folds, head bumping my clit on every roll. I was riding him on the armchair—legs spread wide over his thighs, shorts kicked somewhere across the room—wetness coating his length, dripping down his balls. He wasn’t inside me yet—just rubbing, teasing, the veined underside dragging along my swollen clit until I was shaking, whimpering against his lips. “Fuck, Emma,” he growled into my mouth. “You’re dripping all over me. So fucking wet for a stranger who pulled you over.” I rocked harder—clit throbbing against his cock pleasure spiking sharp and hot. “Please… Liam… need more…”

Sleek, bright, gel-coated hair matched a sleek, bright decadent image; and though her body was just about as womanly as it was possible to be, she dressed it as if it were a man’s. Elliot knew who she was, of course. On the first night she’d already looked vaguely familir, and on the second, he’d asked the barman about her. It hadn’t surprised him at all that she was the famous erotic novelist Diamanda; in fact he couldn’t understand why he hadn’‘t recognised her immediately. He had her photograph at home on the back of several book-jackets. His goddess was as famous for her hedonistic, rule-breaking lifestyle as she was for her passionately purple prose: it was well-known in this city and i

“You want our cum, don’t you? Want us to breed you like a cheap whore?” I nodded frantically, tears streaming, my body trembling on the edge of orgasm. Tyler took over my mouth while Kai moved to my ass. He spat generously on my tight hole, working one finger in, then two, stretching me open. “Not yet,” Kai warned when I whimpered. “But soon. We’re going to ruin every hole tonight.” The double penetration in my pussy grew faster and more brutal. Leo and Marcus were groaning and grunting like animals, their cocks sliding together inside me, making wet, obscene sounds.

'Oh God Sandra, I'm coming. 'Yes,' she hissed, 'come inside me.' Her hand was working furiously beneath her and I could feel the movement through the walls of her rectum. My climax hit me and I cried out as wave after wave of utter pleasure crashed through me and I pumped my sperm into my lover's anus. As my orgasm subsided I started to gently withdraw. 'No,' said Sandra, urgently, 'stay inside me.' Then she was coming, feet beating against the bed, tears rolling down her cheeks: 'Oh God, oh God, oh God!'

Most of them didn’t understand polyamory and thought it was group sex or having more than one girl on a string at a time, and that wasn’t what I was after. I wanted to expose the practice for what it was, not what people thought it was. I felt that I was learning something every day about it by reading books that talked about the subject. Who knew that A****n would be filled with books about Reverse Harem? They seemed to be a popular topic, and I must admit a few of them had me hot and sweaty at night with my hands in between my leg. Something that I regularly did, but never with no one in mind. He would be a hot guy, and he would want me, that was the only credential. Now, I couldn’t look a