Sci Fi Erotica Novels & Stories

Оne hand gently and tenderly strоked my slaсk сосk, anоther strоked my balls. Оne mоuth nibbled оn my earlоbe, anоther whispered tenderly in the ear: "My dear, that was beautiful with yоu. I've never lоved a man as hоt as tоday. I will never fоrget that, until the end оf my life I will never fоrget it. My last erоtiс thоught will have tо dо with yоu. ” Then I fell asleep withоut a dream.

I flailed for something to hold, grabbed the shower curtain then thought again because curtains cost money and anyway it wouldn’t have worked except as a metaphor for reck- less passion. So I braced myself as best I could, one hand on the slippery tiles, another on the tub edge. Steam enshrouded us carrying scents of cosmetics, visions of vanilla chiffon. Pale streaks of foam spiraled into the drain and vanished. His hands dug into my hips. In the midst of the vapor and wetness, his cock shored me up, enormous and substantial where I was soft and hidden. They wouldn’t show that in the movies. This wouldn’t even make a porno because it wasn’t camera friendly. Impossible to see our thrusting c

The warm, soft feeling made my whole body tremble. It felt so good. That intense wave of pleasure shot through me like electricity. I gripped the edge of the bed and swallowed hard, afraid to even make a sound. Every cell in my body felt like it was on fire. I couldn't hold back anymore. I pushed Lauren down beneath me and pressed against her with all my strength. She opened herself to me. We spent the next few hours together. When we finally stopped, it was already 3:00 am. Lauren and I fell into a deep sleep.

Orgasm after orgasm rips through me until I’m a sobbing, shaking mess, squirting messily around her pistoning cock, thighs quivering uncontrollably. Sweat clings onto our skin, mixing with my juices. The room smells like sex and cinnamon and raw need. Finally, Lira roars, burying herself to the hilt. Her cock pulses hot and thick inside me, flooding my clenching pussy with rope after rope of hot, tingling demonic cum. It feels endless, leaking out around her shaft as she keeps grinding through her own climax, tail thrashing. She doesn’t pull out. Instead, she collapses on top of me, still buried deep, her tongue lazily licking the sweat from my neck while her cock twitches inside my overstim

Chapter 3: Condom? – Sienna's POV Rune lifted me up off the floor without any effort his hands gripping under my thighs spreading my legs wide as I wrapped them around his waist tight. My back hit the door hard the impact jarring through me but I did not care because his body pressed full against mine his cock rubbing right against my soaked pussy through nothing now since my panties were gone. I felt the thick head nudge my entrance, sliding through my wetness, teasing my clit with every small shift.

Derick’s cock throbbed deep inside me, stretching my pulsing walls as the phone continued to ring. Alora’s name glowed on the screen like a warning. My eyes widened in panic, but he only smirked, that wicked, arrogant curve of his lips making my pussy clench harder around him. “Answer it,” he repeated, voice low and commanding. He rolled his hips in a slow, torturous grind, rubbing against my sensitive clit. I reached for the phone with a trembling hand and swiped to accept the video call. Derick stayed buried to the hilt, barely moving, but the subtle shifts of his thick cock inside me made it nearly impossible to keep my voice steady.

“You know what? Why don’t you bend me over the desk? I want to feel this cock even deeper.” Marcus nodded eagerly and pulled out. Elena slid off the desk, spun around, and shoved her fat, juicy ass toward him. Every little movement made her cheeks jiggle softly, the sight so hypnotic that Marcus gulped hard, his cock twitching visibly. She bent forward over the desk, laying her upper body flat against the wood. Her thick thighs spread wide, ass pushed back invitingly, pussy glistening and ready for him. When nothing happened, she glanced back over her shoulder and saw Marcus just standing there, eyes locked on her fat ass like he was hypnotized.

Ava The room smelled like sex — sweat, cum, and my own juices soaked into the sheets. My body was still twitching from the last orgasm, legs weak and trembling, but the four men surrounding me looked far from finished. Their eyes were dark, chests heaving, cocks still hard and glistening with a mix of my wetness and their previous loads. “Round two, our sweet whore,” Kai growled, grabbing my ankles and yanking my legs wide open again. “We’re not stopping until you can’t even speak.”

Shhh," Vi murmured, her voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Caitlyn's spine. Her fingers traced lazy patterns over Caitlyn's bare skin, igniting sparks wherever they touched. Caitlyn lay back on the table, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat building between them. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across their bodies as they shed the last of their clothes, revealing curves and secrets they'd only hinted at before. Vi's eyes darkened with hunger as she took in the sight of Caitlyn, her breath catching. "God, you're perfect," she whispered, leaning down to capture Caitlyn's lips in a deep, searing kiss. Their tongues met, exploring with a fervor that made Caitlyn's head s

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? ****************