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One hand braced against the wall, the other teasing slow circles over her clit, she breathed Rita’s name. “Rita…” She pictured the way Rita had looked at her—hungry, like Mikayla was a feast meant only for her. Her fingers moved faster. Her breath grew shallow. She remembered the way Rita had kissed down her stomach, murmuring filthy praise like prayer. She spread her legs wider. And leaned farther into the counter. She could hear Rita’s voice in her ear: “You’re so sensitive here... look at you falling apart for me.” She stroked deeper now, two fingers working in. Her free hand covers her mouth. She bit down hard as her orgasm hit her like a brick, sudden and fierce, knees trembling, her th

My nipples were hard already, waiting for me to touch them. Fuck, why was this so hot? J had no idea I would enjoy looking at pictures of naked women, but what made it so enjoyable for me was because I knew Daniel looked at these same pictures and liked them. He probably even touched himself to them too. I had to do this. I had to share this experience with him, even if he would never find out. Slowly, I rubbed a hand over my exposed nipple, teasing it until it got even harder, sending pleasure shooting straight to my core. I fondled my breast, closing my eyes and imagining Daniel's hand in place of my own.

Victor remarked; his voice low nad raspy. “Kiss me” without hesitation, Victor stared slowly down to her left breast, he massaged them gently in his huge palms, Aria climbed onto him, holding him tight by the neck with her arms, while filling the car with soft moans and cold breath. She tilted head back with every nerve that was shocked alive by Victor’s touch. He was massaging both breasts gently and slowly, flicking her nipples with his index finger and circling them. “Tell me what you have been imagining me doing to you” he commanded in a whisper. Aria said, looking seductively into his eyes, “sucking on my breasts till every nerve is awaken, drawing blood to the skin on my neck, kissing

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.

“You want me to...” He nodded. “Suck your nipple. Suck it as if I were there.” I lifted one breast, bending down slightly, and allowing my tongue to circle my nipple. Within seconds, it was hard against my tongue. I sucked, flicking my tongue across both my nipples and around my areolas. An electric sensation coursed through my body as I slipped my hand between my thighs, stroking my already-sensitive clit. “Tell me what you’re doing,” he asked between ragged breaths as he stroked his dick, now visible, its head shiny and coated with a generous amount of precum. “Tell me.”

Adra, the enigmatic force that had drawn her into this intoxicating web, was climbing into the sheets. He was naked this time, his powerful frame sculpted by shadows and faint light. Her breath hitched. He wasn't waiting, wasn't watching. Instead, he was pleasuring himself, his hand moving with slow, deliberate strokes against his already swollen cock, preparing himself for his own mood, for the feast that lay before them. Amina blinked rapidly, her mind struggling to catch up with the raw, visceral reality unfolding before her eyes. *Oh my God,* she thought, a dizzying blend of terror and exhilaration seizing her. *She was about to be fucking dominated by two men.* The thought, both terrify

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.

“His own robe was already gone, discarded before he had climbed onto the bed, and she could feel the hard planes of his chest against her, the rough texture of the hair there a delicious friction against her skin.” As his bare skin met hers, a new sexual sensation sparked inside her, a current of pure, unadulterated desire that demanded to be released. His cock was already hard enough again, demanding pressure against her thigh. As he leaned in, he grabbed one of her standing nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently while his other hand cupped her other breast. “A soft moan escaped her lips, the sound she had been holding back since they left the shower.” Corvina held his

I stammered. “I see.” He smirked and continued walking. “So what do you think of erotic books? Do they convey the messages purely like movies do? The expressions, the feelings… everything.” I gulped. “It all comes down to how good the writer is.” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I most times prefer to read erotic books instead of watching erotic movies. “Interesting,” he smiled. “We really do have a lot in common.” “Do you get the urge to do it when you read them?” he continued.