Publishing Erotica Novels & Stories

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

to the door. Then I carefully sat across from him. I noticed him looking me up and down. I squeezed my legs together, fearful that the evidence of my arousal might be coating my inner thighs if I wasn’t careful. At that moment I silently chastised myself. A wave of guilt washed over me. After all, I was here to purge myself of these feelings, not relish in them. The Father finished his phone call and seemed to look me over for a moment before he started. “You’re right on time. Sexual thoughts and masturbation are quite normal, Megan. However, what you described to me seems perhaps an unhealthy interest in sex. Prurient in the most sinful of ways. This can lead to further fornication and pro

I was already soaked from looking at his shorts and seeing myself pull it off and get his cock deep down my throat. My face turned red, I could feel myself dripping. I ran into my room, fell to my feet and shoved my hand into my panties, one finger into my folds gently. Then I used two fingers circling my clit, then faster, my hips rocking up my hands. “Are you okay?” He said as he opened my door. He left saying nothing, I was so embarrassed. I had never imagined he would open my door. In shame, I buried my head under my duvet.

That’s what gets you going. Then you find her: "Kat18." Her profile’s a tease, barely a whisper of a college girl just turned 18, new to this game, begging you to be gentle. Fifty bucks a month is steep, but your dick’s already calling the shots, and you’re subscribed before you can think twice. Her photos hit like a drug—smooth, pale skin, a tight little ass you want to grip, and a pussy so perfect it’s obscene. She’s peeling off a schoolgirl skirt in one set, piece by piece, until she’s bare, bent over on all fours, her dripping cunt on full display. You’re stroking yourself before you realize, hard as steel, cursing that her face stays hidden, a mystery that only makes you hungrier.

All that sends me into a state of euphoria. "I tap out," I whisper as my shaky legs give way and I let myself fall onto my stomach, his cock sliding out of me in the process. I'm tired. Completely spent. But it was worth it. This is the best experience I've ever had since I became sexually active more than 10 years ago. I can feel the cum leaking out of me, and I know I've had a lot in there. Normally, I'd feel grossed out, but today, I'm totally in love with this sensation. Maybe it's the way they pleasured me with love, or that I haven't been dicked in a long time, but I'm in love with the idea of these two, sinfully handsome men filling me up with their cum. The room is quiet in that heav

I was traveling thousands of miles, leaving my oblivious wife at home, to fuck a young girl I had met online because she enjoyed the stories I wrote. If you asked me why I started writing and publishing erotica on Literotica, I do not believe I could give you a full and satisfactory answer. I had been reading the site for some years, had an idea for a story that I wrote out and, after a very short time hemming and hawing, published it.

“I will text you tomorrow.” Xavier pulled me into a hug. His hand slid low on my back. He pressed close so I felt him again. “Goodbye, Lila,” he said quietly. His eyes stayed on mine. After they left, I went straight upstairs. I locked my door. I took off all my clothes and lay on the bed naked. I spread my legs wide. I slid my hand between my legs. My pussy was soaked. My clit was swollen. I rubbed hard and fast. “Xavier…” I whispered.

If any of the following apply to you, do not proceed: – You have experienced sexual trauma or abuse and certain kinks may retraumatize you. – You are triggered by depictions of non-consent, violence, incest, or power-based abuse. – You are under the legal age of consent in your country. – You object to profanity, crude language, or extremely vulgar sexual descriptions. – You prefer “fade-to-black” or romantic, loving sex scenes. This collection is written for adults who actively seek out extreme, boundary-pushing erotica. It celebrates the full spectrum of human sexual fantasy without apology or censorship. If you choose to continue, enjoy the ride—but know exactly what you’re diving into: r

The lewd, dirty photos left nothing to the imagination — her tits and open cunt-hole on full display for other men to see and lust over. We had fantastic sex that night. When the opportunity came for her to appear in her first proper porno film, I agreed to accompany her and watch. I stood behind the lights and cameras as Kamilla lay there wantonly on the bed, her pussy on full display and her lovely soft tits exposed to Carl, the male stud.