Romans & histoires Pornographic Literature

And a smirk that made me want to slap him or kiss him… I still hadn't decided which, even after two years of trying to figure it out. "You're full of shit," I said. "I'm full of facts. There's a difference." "You think you can make me cum just by reading to me? In a library?" "I think I can make you cum by reading the phone book if I do it right." His voice dropped, low and rough, the kind of voice that belonged in a bedroom with the lights off and the sheets warm, not here between stacks of dusty books that smelled like decay. "But I was thinking about something, a little more... literary."

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "I've been reading a lot of adult books... Smut... my research tells me women love the things men do to them there. Can I try something out? I've been learning about how to pleasure you for so long. Reading helps me imagine you... p**n videos don't do that for me." What the hell were smut and p**n? I swallowed tightly, heart hammering, thighs pressing together uselessly around nothing. "Yes," I whispered, voice already wrecked. "Do whatever you want to me."

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When he pressed against my back, I felt something cool and smooth against my inner thigh, the spine of a book. “Lady Chatterley’s Lover,” he said softly, voice dripping with dark amusement. “One of my favorites for nights like this.” He dragged the edge of the closed book slowly along my soaked pussy, the leather teasing my swollen clit. I whimpered, pushing back, but he held me still. “Patience,” he chided. “We’re going to use literature properly tonight.” He set the book aside and replaced it with his cock, rubbing the thick head through my folds, mixing our juices. Then he thrust in deep from behind, making the ladder shake slightly.

Another cock filled her mouth right after. They put her on her back again. Two men sucked on her nipples while a third fucked her pussy. Fingers rubbed her clit fast. Calista came once more. Her whole body trembled. Ronan took the final turn in her pussy. He fucked her slow and deep. His eyes locked on hers. “You love this, don’t you?” he asked. “Yes,” Calista gasped. “Don’t stop.” He came deep inside her. Hot cum flooded her pussy. The last loads mixed with all the others. Calista lay there breathing hard. Cum leaked from her pussy and ass. It covered her face and chest. She smiled up at the men.

I flipped to the page, voice unsteady. “I vow… to let you use my body whenever you want… even if it means I’m still dripping with your cum when I meet your fiancée.” The words had felt filthy when I wrote them. Hearing them aloud while Lucas’s tongue worked me was devastating. He rewarded me by sliding two thick fingers inside me, curling them against that spot that made my vision spark. His mouth never stopped licking, sucking, devouring me like I was the only thing he wanted in the world.

Another orgasm approached quickly, and Roger knew she was close with how loud she was wailing. Damn, she was tight; it was a fucking miracle that he hadn't nutted in her pussy yet. He fixed his eyes on his beloved wife, getting back shots from Rick, and closed his eyes, groaning. It was too hot to watch. He had always loved watching Marie get fucked, it was one of his dirty fetishes, and he loved that she was always down for it. "Oh god, oh my god!" Nancy screamed, squirting all over his dick and belly. She sprayed her pussy juices everywhere, and Roger groaned, holding back the urge to cum.

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

My body began to tremble as this is not what I had planned, his lips take hold of mine as his hands hold my neck without hurting me and it was suddenly when I felt other hands hold my hips as they spread kisses over my neck and at the same time subtly nibble, "Clark...what are you doing." I couldn't articulate a single word and in a strange way my body started to burn as Clark's hands massage my breasts while one of Victor's hands travels to my intimacy and slides his fingers moistening me even more as he touches that sensitive spot, my heart goes crazy and my mind goes blank, and in a quick movement Victor spun me around until I was facing Clark and without giving me time to breathe he impr

I said to Ginger, as I slipped my hands under her nightshirt and felt her bare ass with both of my hands. "Right, they don't know about our sapphic love affairs yet," said Ginger. "Sapphic, I like that word. Why have we not used it before?" I asked. "Probably because I only just learned it last week while reading a story on Literotica," said Ginger. "Literotica, what's that?" I asked. "Only the best website in the world for erotic literature and the like. You should check it out," said Ginger. "I'll do that when we get back home, it sounds interesting!" I replied.