Primal Erotica Novels & Stories

There were various poses, none of them displaying her pussy because her legs were crossed; it was the one classy thing about the pictures. She was surrounded by a variety of models, male and female, all displaying themselves. They were naked. The men’s cocks were erect. Kisses were exchanged between men and women, women and women, men and men. Fingers curled around and into sex organs. Penetration of all orifices was shown, penetration by fingers and cocks and toys. All the slaves surrounding Solange had nipple rings, male and female. Solange pulled the reference photos from the booklet and scattered them over the table. “You can see what I’m looking for, can’t you?”

Her cry echoed through the room. Sienna leaned down, kissing her as Ezra moved. It was filthy and slow. Deep strokes. Jade writhed beneath them. Then Sienna moved lower, licking between Jade’s breasts, down her stomach, until her mouth joined Ezra’s rhythm. Kisses on her thighs. Light sucks on her clit. Jade shattered. Her orgasm rolled through her like a thunderstorm. Ezra kept going. Sienna moaned like she’d felt it too. When Jade came down, panting, she looked at them both.

The position left me completely exposed, vulnerable, dripping, and trembling. He was sitting relaxed against the back of the tub, legs spread, that powerful, broad-shouldered body dominating the space. I felt his rough, calloused hand slide up the back of my thigh, the friction sending sparks through me. His skin was coarse from years in prison, nothing like Felix’s smooth touch. It scraped deliciously against my soft flesh. “Fuck, look at you,” He muttered, voice thick with lust. “Soaking wet already and I haven’t even touched you properly. Does my brother ever get you this dripping? Does Felix make your cunt throb like a desperate little slut?”

“My best friend’s little slut taking load after load all weekend. Gonna fill you one more time before we head back so you remember who owns this hole.” His strokes turned brutal, skin slapping loud against my ass. I reached down, stroking myself fast and matching his rhythm while he railed me. Pleasure built fast, twisting tight in my gut until I came hard, shooting across the sheets as my hole clamped down on him like a vice. Ethan cursed and slammed in to the hilt, unloading another thick flood of cum deep in my guts. He kept grinding through it, milking every drop before finally pulling out and watching his seed leak from my wrecked entrance with dark satisfaction.

Sofia opened a heavy door and let him step inside first. The soundproof booth was quiet the moment the door clicked shut behind them. Thick velvet seats faced a giant screen that was already rolling silent black-and-white footage. It was an art-house erotica film she had directed the year before. Slow, sensual shots of bodies moving together, hands sliding over skin, mouths open in silent moans. Sofia dimmed the lights until the room was bathed in the soft glow from the screen. She sat down in the wide velvet seat in the center, legs spread comfortably. She patted her lap.

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