Romantic Erotica Novels & Stories

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

I didn't want to push too far just a shot in the dark that we just might be one. "There is a lot more about me that you need to know Scarlett but whatever will be, I'll never let you go away. No chance. Don't know what we have shared right now..." I cut him in between. "It's the best intimacy we have shared Eric. For me, honesty is the best intimate thing two can share. We have shared the intimacy of thoughts. No physical desire can ever match this." I completed. Eric James Winslet Her words were intoxicating. Just to love. She did not even ask to be loved. It was rapture enough just to sit there beside her in silence, alone in that cold night in the white splendor of shine with the wind blo

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

They fucked like animals. His hands were everywhere. Her nails clawed his chest. The circle around them fell silent, save for the moans and the slap of skin. Amara didn’t care who watched. In fact, the thought of being seen made her wetter. "Look at you," Rome panted, biting her shoulder. "Fucking me in front of all your friends." She whimpered. "You like this?" "Yes," she gasped. "God, yes." Another voice from the dark: "Let me touch her."

“I’m already addicted to you! I know exactly why Rhonda acted the way she did, now that I know what it was like.” “Then I hope you like babies, or don’t mind going on the pill,” he said. “If we keep doing this, you’ll get pregnant.” “I hate men,” sighed Janet, but there was no passion in her voice. “Do you hate me?” he asked. “No, but I hate men,” she sighed again. He didn’t understand that, exactly, but she didn’t get up, and she didn’t make him leave. So he kissed her. Ten minutes later he was on top of her again, and she was thrusting up at him, having an orgasm.

She watched different movies which inspire her imagination on how a daddy fucked her step- daughter’s pussy and that encouraged her to think of her step-dad for sexy-hot-dinner. James watched erotica grew older but never thinks of laying nude on her, let alone fucking her young fucky. Sometimes he admires her young body and remembered how he used to play with nude young girls in the beach park. On a Tuesday morning, Retica woke-up without knowing what to think for a moment. Whether to consider clubbing and inviting more guys who really wish to pay for a wild-cam performance or to stay at home and expect her formal client to reappear with their usual crazy demands. “I want to see your pussy,

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.

“Just breathe, little one.” He stayed still, whispering soft words against my skin, kissing away the tears that slipped free. Only when the sharpest edge of the pain faded did I whisper that he could move. He did. He started slow — long, careful strokes that let me feel every inch as he sank deeper. Each time he almost pulled out, then filled me again, the stretch turned into something hotter. He found a spot inside me that made my toes curl and my breath catch. “You take me so well,” he groaned. “Such a perfect little mate… made to be filled by me.”

“Right there… mmm!” Damián lowered his mouth to my neck, kissing and sucking gently while his hips maintained that sensual rhythm. He wasn’t just taking me, he was worshipping my body. His free hand roamed my body, squeezing my breast, pinching my nipple just hard enough to send sparks straight to my core, then sliding down to rub slow circles on my clit. “I want to feel you cum on my cock,” he murmured against my skin, voice husky. “Let go for me, Citlali. I’ve got you.”

I nodded, breath hitching as he slid one thick finger inside me. “Read tonight’s first vow,” he said, nodding toward the notebook beside us. “While I get you ready for my cock.” My hand trembled as I reached for it and opened to the newest page. “I vow… to crave your touch even when I’m supposed to be working for her,” I read, voice breathy. “To let you use my body as your secret outlet… until the guilt only makes me wetter.” Lucas groaned softly and added a second finger, pumping them deep and steady while his thumb worked my clit.