Sapphic Erotica Stories Novels & Stories

"A-ah... fuck, Ariel... s-stop... no, keep going... mmm, fuck... you're so good at this... hnggh!" I was working Kael with my hand and riding Dante but the aphrodisiac and the exhaustion were starting to win. My hips began to give out, my pace faltering. Jax saw it immediately. He lunged forward, his hands locking onto my waist like iron clamps. He took over the work, bouncing me on Dante’s dick with a terrifying, full-power force that made me shriek.

Every powerful snap of his hips sent me higher, the mix of anger and lust making it all the more intense. I met his wild thrusts eagerly, nails raking his back beneath his shirt. “Don’t stop,” I begged, teetering on the brink. “Never,” he groaned. He kissed me fiercely as his rhythm turned erratic. My inner walls clenched around him, and with a few more strokes I was lost - crying out his name as I came in a shuddering wave. “Anna - fuck!” Ethan slammed deep and held, his body shuddering as he found his release. Heat flooded inside me and he crushed me to the wall, panting through his climax.

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

The idea of me helping Sarah conceive, of sharing my seed with another woman under my wife's blessing, was a taboo that had turned my blood into liquid fire. Lillian pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, her gaze predatory and hungry. She didn't say a word at first; instead, she slid her hand down the front of my boxers, her fingers curling around the thick length of my cock. I groaned, my hips instinctively arching into her touch. She began to stroke me, a slow, rhythmic glide that made my toes curl.

“It feels so good to be stretched to the point of it hurting. It turns me on to think about it being a cock, holding me open like that…” I sobbed with pleasure as he slipped a finger into my anus. He worked it in and out. The walls of my pussy pulsed around Nate’s cock, which pulsed in response. “More,” I said to Alex. “I want more.” Doing my bidding, Alex slipped in another finger. “I love the way you’re opening up for me,” he said, and slipped in a third finger. “Please,” I begged, “I can’t wait anymore.” “Tell us what you want, Emma,” Nate commanded from beneath me. “Tell us what you want us to do to you right now.”

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

Thick, veiny, and wet with that girl's spit. "Oh yes, Sara... choke on daddy’s cock," Daniel growled out. His voice was lower now, gravelly. "Suck that fucking cock." Sara started moving faster. She knew what he wanted. Her hands reached down, her small fingers cupping and squeezing his balls while her tongue swirled around the head of his cock. I could see the strings of saliva trailing down the shaft, dripping onto his thighs. She was bobbing her head frantically now, her small hands pulling at his thighs to get him even closer. I could see the skin of his cock stretching tight as she took the whole length of it, her throat working hard to keep up with his rhythm.

He squeezed her round ass and teased her their tight holes with his fingers. The sensation was pure heaven. The warm oil made every slide smooth and erotic. Sara's pussy left wet trails along his cock as she rubbed against him. She slid her pussy lips up and down the full length of his enormous cock, teasing the swollen head against the entrance but not letting him enter yet. Vincent’s breathing became heavy. His cock twitched and leaked precum. The teasing drove him insane. “We’re your little sluts now, Daddy. Use us however you want," Sara whispered.

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I pulled off Elias just long enough to answer, voice wrecked. “Inside me. Please—fill me up. I want both of you dripping out of me.” Marcus buried himself to the root and came with a guttural groan, flooding me in thick, hot pulses. I felt every spurt. Felt him claiming me again while Elias stroked his cock and came across my tongue and lips a second later. When they both pulled out, I collapsed against the desk, shaking, cum leaking from my used pussy in messy white trails down my thighs. My face was a mess of spit and Elias’s release.