Raunchy Erotica Novels & Stories

“Fill my tight little virgin pussy with that thick cock of yours. Make me yours.” My fingers slide between my thighs. My breath catches. My heart pounds. My panties are almost dripping. I stand up, letting them fall down my legs, stepping out of them with slow, deliberate grace. My wetness clings to my inner thighs. I drag my skirt up to my waist and sit back on his desk, legs parted, giving in to the fantasy. One finger grazes my clit and my hips buck. It feels electric. I shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t care.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS EXTREMELY GRAPHIC GANG BANG SCENES, PUBLIC SEX, DEGRADATION, MULTIPLE PARTNERS, AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. "MELANDA'S POV" My name is Melanda, and I was twenty-one years old when I made the stupidest, hottest decision of my life.

I’d let myself into the house, have a couple beers and sit myself down on the couch in my office, flicking on some p**n. And after a couple minutes, the vids do their work. Oh yeah, I’ll find a brunette who looks just like Angie, curvy, ripe, nubile, with a big, hot butt and jiggling tits. And stroking myself, I’ll erupt, the white trailing all over the couch, making a mess on the rug while gasping her name.

I went to my room, another decorated horror and on the bed lay some nightwear , a pair red lingeries, some cuffs, feathers, blind folds and so many nasty things. I just looked at them and scoffed, but I as I said earlier nothing would go to waste. I put on the lingerie and poured myself some more wine and put on some sensual music. Since Nathan wouldn’t touch me, I touched myself most of the time and with the toys around I might just do it anyways.

It felt like she needed to pee, but better. He fucked her faster. One hand reached around, found her clit, and rubbed in hard circles. The pressure snapped. She squirted hard, a clear fluid gushed around his cock, soaking his thighs, the couch, dripping to the floor. Her body shook violently. “Damien fuck oh god.” He didn’t stop. His fingers kept working her clit fast, firm, and another orgasm crashed through her right after. Her pussy clenched tight around him as she screamed into the cushion.

“Your pussy feels so good against mine, Rina. So wet and hot.” She started moving faster, hips rolling in deep, filthy circles that made our clits kiss and slide with every thrust. The wet, squelching sounds of our cunts rubbing together were obscene. “Yeah? You like tribbing with your roommate? Like feeling my sloppy pussy grind on yours?” “Love it,” I panted, meeting her thrusts. “Harder—fuck me with your cunt, Rina. Make me come again.”

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

The whole day had been hectic. I took out a bottle of wine and poured myself some. I dropped onto the cushions, remote in hand, and flicked on the TV. Mindless noise to fill the silence. I scrolled through channels, news, reruns, some late night talk shows until I landed on a movie. One of those erotic thrillers, the kind with dim lighting and heavy breathing. I almost changed it, but the scene caught me. A woman alone in a lavish room, silk robe slipping off her shoulder, her hand trailing down her body as soft music swelled.

I circled my swollen clit, gasping as the slick coated my fingers. “Fuck, girls…” Ari grinned, hopping onto the kitchen counter, spreading her legs wide. Her skirt bunched up, exposing her dripping folds. “Come here, Yara. Let’s scissor; get that pussy rubbing mine.” I climbed up, our legs intertwining, wet cunts pressed together in hot, slippery friction. We ground hard, clits bumping as our juices mixed into obscene squelches. “Oh shit, yes,” I moaned, rolling my hips as waves of pleasure built.

“Taking every inch like you were made for it you damn slut” I could only moan in answer. The stretch burned in the best way, his thick cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside me. Around us the room had turned into pure heat and noise. One of the women on the next table was on her back, legs hooked over a man’s shoulders while he pounded into her. Another had been flipped onto her hands and knees, ass up, getting fucked from behind so hard her tits swung with every thrust. Their moans mixed with the wet slap of skin, filling the air until it felt like the whole room was fucking. He leaned down closer, still gripping my breasts, and spoke against my ear.