Porn Literature Novels & Stories

But it’s her face that guts you—angelic, with wide green eyes and faint freckles that you want to trace with your tongue, her smile a wicked promise of innocence and sin. Orientation’s a slog, some old hag droning on while your mind’s elsewhere, craving something raw. Back in your apartment, you’re restless, cock half-hard and aching for release. The city’s left you pent-up, unsatisfied. You grab your laptop, diving into OnlyFans like it’s a dark alley you can’t resist. Pornstars are old news—too polished, too fake. You want real, messy, human. Amateurs with trembling hands and secrets in their eyes. That’s what gets you going.

I lunged for the bottle, but he lifted it out of reach, a smug smirk on his face. “Easy, you're not about to vent on me.” His voice was low, raspy. The kind they wrote about in books—the kind you only heard in anime. And goodness, it did terrible, filthy things to me. Perhaps I was too invested in p**n and erotica that everything was beginning to have an effect on me. All men are the same, Mia. Fucking liars. I reminded myself. “Give it back, I'm fine.” I hiccupped, suddenly dizzy as I stumbled towards him, but the next second, my outstretched hand was pinned behind my back.

His eyes roamed over my body, taking in every curve and line. He leaned down, his breath hot on my inner thigh. I gasped softly, anticipating his touch. His fingers traced the lace of my thong, sending shivers down my spine. He hooked a finger under the fabric and slowly pulled it aside, exposing my most intimate place. My pussy. His tongue flicked out, tasting me, and I gasped, my back arching off the desk. He sucked and licked, his movements slow and deliberate, driving me wild with desire. I cried out louder, my hands gripping the edge of the desk as waves of pleasure washed over me.

It was so very nice to feel them all over your body! Your orgasm was long and hard and very good. But, now you need a fucking, a long hard fucking. Your pussy needs a dick. And there stands this sexy young man. The other men have moved out from between your open thighs and the handsome young man has moved in. Your arms and legs are still tied off and you are so open and so exposed to them all. They take photos of your open cunt wet and swollen red with your need.

I kept picturing him—his shirt gone, the sharp cut of his abs, the strength in his chest. A slow heat unfurled inside me, curling low in my stomach until my heartbeat quickened. Restless, I reached for my phone and, almost without thinking, opened the site Hannah had once teased me about. It was a p**n site. I slipped the pillow over the screen, creating a private little shield, and pressed play. The lady in the video spread her legs and began to rub her clit after lubricating her finger with saliva. I was so horny, my own hand slipped beneath my robe until my fingers found my already wet clit and I began to rub it.

"Sorry, folks. Duty calls. I'll check on you two again in a little while." "Sex writers," I mused. "I wonder exactly what that entails." Noah grinned at me. "Considering a career change, darlin'?" I shook my head. "I don't think so. Although I have to say that I'm intrigued. Do they just write books about sex, or do they write erotic fiction? Or both?" "Maybe they also write scripts for porn," Noah suggested. "If that's the case, they need to up their game. Most porn is seriously lacking in storylines and decent dialogue."

The house finally went quiet. I let out a long breath and stretched, my tight little tank top riding up over my flat stomach. Nineteen years old and still stuck under his roof like a prisoner. No friends, no dates, no freedom. If he ever found my secret account… yeah, I’d be dead. But that risk made it hotter. The secrecy. The thrill of thousands of men paying to see what he had never let me show. I scrolled through my DMs for a minute, biting my lip at the usual flood of horny messages. Then I set my phone aside and slipped a hand under my shorts, tracing lazy circles over my clit. I was already wet. That comment had done its job.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

My breasts were so swollen and sensitive that each flick of his tongue caused lightening to strike in my p***y. ‎ ‎I was so turned on that my p***y clenched in on itself and ached with the need to be touched too. He released my n*****s and I lay back on my elbows as he began nibbling my ribs and working his way down my stomach. He stopped at my belly button and he licked the water that had pooled there. I drew in my breath imagining his tongue delving deep in my p***y. His mouth moved downward and in the same swift motion as before, he loosened the straps of my swimsuit bottom and flung it to the side with the bra. He stared at my p***y for long before whispering.

His cock twitched traitorously in his sweatpants. Later that night, after Damien had gone to shower, Elias couldn’t take it anymore. He lay on his bed, hoodie pushed up to his chest, sweatpants shoved down just enough. His hand wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, stroking slowly at first, then faster. His eyes were closed, breath coming in soft, desperate pants. In his mind, it wasn’t some vague fantasy, it was Damien’s strong hands pinning him down, that deep voice growling filthy things into his ear while…