Sapphic Erotica Stories Novels & Stories

Disclaimer & Content Warning This novel is written under the pen name "Sasicha" and is classified as PWP (P**n Without Plot) with explicit erotic content. This novel is a dark, erotic reimagining of a classic fairy tale. It contains explicit graphic sexual content and dark themes that may be triggering for some readers. Reader discretion is strongly advised. It is strictly intended for mature audiences only (18+). Explicit Sexual Content. Dirty Talk. Dark Themes: Includes themes of obsession, dub-con (dubious consent), and power imbalance.

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

She points to the bag," there's one more thing" Curiosity overwhelms my self restraint, so I put my hands into the bag and fish out another package. It is wrapped in a rectangular box. I open it and facepalm " Jesus, Valerie" " There'll be times when you'll miss your husband's dick. You'll need that" "A vibrator, really?" " Yes, really. Is it too small? Can't compare to your husband's?" Carlotta blocks both ears with her palms “ I’d rather not hear about my brother’s sex life, thank you very much”

Lexi They kept fucking me like that for what felt like forever—long, deep strokes that kept me teetering right on the edge without letting me fall. My whole body was shaking, sweat slicking my skin, my pussy making the wettest, most obscene sounds every time they bottomed out. I could feel their cocks throbbing inside me, both of them fighting their own orgasms, veins pulsing against my walls. “Please… please…” I was crying now, actual tears of overwhelming pleasure and frustration. “I can’t hold it… I’m gonna cum… I’m so close… Zach, Julian, please let me cum…”

Sasha reached up and played with my nipples, pulling and slapping them lightly while Dominic spanked my ass and pulled my hair. “Take it, you dirty little planner,” Dominic growled. “This is what you wanted. Two cocks wrecking your holes while we call you our cumslut.” “Yes! Harder!” I begged. “Use me. Breed me. Fill me up.” The dirty words kept coming. They called me every filthy name and I loved every second. Sasha sucked hard on my nipples while Dominic fucked my ass deep. The pressure built again until I exploded in the strongest orgasm yet. My whole body shook violently between them as I squirted all over Sasha’s strap-on.

My nipples scrape against the sheets, my ass jiggling with each impact. “You’re just a set piece now,” Sophia whispers hotly in my ear. “A warm hole for us to use. Say it.” “I’m… I’m just a hole—” My voice breaks as another orgasm builds, terrifyingly strong. Marcus laughs, hips snapping faster, deeper. “Louder, slut. Tell us whose cunt this is.” “Yours! It’s yours—fuck—” Sophia slides two fingers into my ass without warning. The sudden double stretch rips a broken sob from my throat. She scissors them open, matching Marcus’s brutal rhythm. Full. So fucking full in both holes. My body convulses between them, completely overwhelmed.

asshole sending strong vibrations through my entire sex. Father Michaels put out that candle. That’s when I noticed that he was tall enough his hips were even with mine. He pulled my ass to the edge of the altar. “Hold those candles in your hands and that phallus in your mouth,” he ordered sternly. With that, he pulled his swollen cock from his pants, pulled my ass slightly over the edge of the altar, and slid his cock inside me with a vigorous thrust. Now, with the butt plug still vibrating and the clothespins and now cooled wax drippings all over my body, he slid his thick cock in and out of me in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Sensation slid from my belly to the peaks of my breasts to the ti

“Has Liam ever made you this wet?” The name sent a sharp spike of guilt through Emma’s chest. Her body answered anyway…another rush of fluid spilled between them, making the next slide even slicker. Sophia felt it and smiled, dark and pleased. She increased the pressure, hips rolling in tighter circles so their clits stayed locked together. The wet sounds grew filthier. Every movement produced a soft, sticky slap of flesh and a fresh drip that ran down the curve of Emma’s ass.

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Chapter Three – Retreat’s Rapture The Sapphire Retreat darkened as night fell, the stars reflecting on the waves, the cabana’s sapphire curtains billowing in the coastal breeze, the air thick with the musk of our passion. My body was a map of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my chest, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by Marcus and Liam’s unrelenting dominance. The two men loomed over me, their breaths heavy, cocks hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce devotion, ready to culminate the retreat in a rapture of flesh and spirit. The isolation thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, their partnership a sacred