Primal Erotica Novels & Stories

I held his shoulders as my legs shivered and I cried out in ecstasy. “Tell me Elena, did you miss me?” he asked with a low seductive voice. “Tell me how you missed me stroking your wet pussy” he said. “I missed you Nate, I missed fucking you” I cried out. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, withdrawing his hand. “Don’t stop touching me Nate, fuck me please.” I begged, shamelessly. “That’s nice to hear” he said and he pushed me to the wall, he went down on his raising one of my legs and placing it on his shoulder. Then he buried his face into my fucking pussy

She picked up the vibrator, turned it on high, and pressed it directly against my clit without mercy. Monica straddled my face once more, lowering her pussy to my mouth. "Make me come," she ordered. I licked and sucked desperately, my own pleasure building under the relentless vibrator. Tasha pushed three fingers back inside me, fucking hard and fast. The plug twisted with every thrust. My moans vibrated against Monica's clit.

Van's fingers dug into her hips, his grip bruising as he held her in place, his cock sliding deeper with each thrust. "You like it rough, don't you, mama?" he grunted, his breath ragged with exertion and desire. Camila's body trembled, her muscles clenching around them, the sensations overwhelming. She moaned, a long, drawn-out sound of pure ecstasy, her head thrown back, her hair spilling down her back as she found herself in the highest cloud of ecstacy. Andrew, still stroking himself, moved closer, his dark eyes glinting with lust. "Look at you, so fucking beautiful," he said, "Our little whore."

Disclaimer: Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. Triggering themes. Lesbian content. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat that comes with it. Rated 18+ --- Priya Walsh was dreaming again. She could feel it even inside the dream, that specific awareness that sits at the back of your mind telling you this isn't real while everything happening in front of you feels more real than anything you experienced while you were awake. Brooklyn's hands were in her hair.

She plucked a card, her laugh low and sultry as she read aloud: “Command your man to use your ass, here, now.” Gasps swept the table—shock, hunger, disbelief. Thalyra only smirked, violet mask glittering. She leaned over the table, palms flat on the wood, presenting herself like a queen demanding worship. Her man didn’t hesitate—he bent her, lifted her skirts, and pushed in hard. The cry she let out was raw, guttural, shaking the walls. The table rocked with the force of his thrusts, her nails clawing deep into the cloth as the women watched, transfixed by her shameless abandon. Eryndra’s hands shook as the pouch was placed before her again. She closed her eyes, whispering something like a p

His touch seemed to be possessed with a witch-craft-made potion that she ended up desperate and seeking for more of him. “Primo, ah…” even her voice. It’s hard to believe that this erotic voice was hers. She’s different because Primo uncovered the depth of her womanhood that only he can give this much pleasure. And only he can make her have the nerve to get naked in front of him in a place not meant for sex. Georgia’s body arched when she felt his tongue twirling around her nipple. “Oh, Primo… more… I love it, ahh…”

“Although the erotic scenes are beautifully written, the plot is hella boring.” Theo let out a deep chuckle, leaning back on the couch. “Finally, someone that gets it. I mean, it has so much potential to be a blast, right?” “Exactly,” Nico continued to flip through the book. “Sex is cool and all but it’s boring when it happens without any plot. You know what I mean?” Theo scoffed. “You mean like these p**n videos that just get into the whole thing without any prior action.” Nico watched him quietly, the corners of his lips tilted up in a small smile. “You sound like you know your game.”

—You just ruined the clothes I just folded," I snort in annoyance—roll my eyes. —There's a spectacular party at my boyfriend's house. You must dress like a sexy woman if you want to get laid tonight. —Tonight? No I can't... I have an entrance exam. —Stop being a prude. —Yeah, I'm still a prude. —Yeah, I'm still a prude, a little. —Yeah, I'm still a prude, a little. —You're not going to let me down... I told her I'd invite a very special friend... I swear. I didn't even know she had a boyfriend, saying no to her was like talking to a monkey who doesn't understand anything I say, Erika is my friend since high school, we've had our downs but we always end up eating ice cream and talking about o

He starts moving slowly knows how much I love it when he does. I throw my head back as my release hits my own body making my whole body quiver. He then walks out of the shower and to the bedroom and lays me down on the bed. He continues to enter me over and over again making me scream loudly ************************************************

I flailed for something to hold, grabbed the shower curtain then thought again because curtains cost money and anyway it wouldn’t have worked except as a metaphor for reck- less passion. So I braced myself as best I could, one hand on the slippery tiles, another on the tub edge. Steam enshrouded us carrying scents of cosmetics, visions of vanilla chiffon. Pale streaks of foam spiraled into the drain and vanished. His hands dug into my hips. In the midst of the vapor and wetness, his cock shored me up, enormous and substantial where I was soft and hidden. They wouldn’t show that in the movies. This wouldn’t even make a porno because it wasn’t camera friendly. Impossible to see our thrusting c