Shadow Erotica Novels & Stories

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

I winked as I wrapped my tail around her soft ass, rubbing it up and down. "Bastard, you will kill me,” Shade said with a throaty moan. I shook my head with as Vera twisted around me, rubbing her breasts against me, her ni.pples deliciously hard. She grunted and moaned when I sucked her throat, kissed it. She grabbed my ass, digging her fingers into my flesh, gripping me closer to her as if she didn’t want to let me go. “My love... my sweet, sweet Vera...” She hissed as I rubbed against her clit, so soft, my fingers barely touching, but I knew she felt it as she tried to find my fingers by moving her hips greedily.

Her clit was bright red and obviously hard with the hood retracted. Russ pulled off the towel and dribbled the warm oil into the crack of her ass. He followed that with a single finger from the top of the crack, over her asshole and perineum, then between her labia into the moisture. He stopped his finger resting on her clit and rubbed it. Shirley moaned loudly and stiffened. Her ass lifted up nearly a foot off the table then jerked spasmodically about every two seconds as she came. It continued for nearly a minute before returning to the table. Even then she spasmed about every ten seconds for another minute.

“If you did, you would’ve screamed for Aunt Clara the second I walked in.” I swallowed hard. “I hate you.” “Yeah?” His other hand slowly rose, fingers brushing a strand of hair away from my face. The touch was deceptively gentle. “Then why are you shaking, Layla? Why is your chest rising and falling like you’re dying for me to touch you?” I opened my mouth to deny it, but no words came out. Because he was right. My body was betraying me completely. My panties were already soaked through, my clit throbbing with every heartbeat.

Chapter – 0002 Lila POV I walked into the lecture hall for my required Intro to Erotic Literature seminar with my thighs still sore from last night and my mind a complete mess. The campus was buzzing with first-day energy students laughing, comparing schedules, flirting shamelessly but all I could think about was Damon’s thick cock stretching me open in that dark art studio. The way he hadn’t pulled out even after the mask slipped. The way he’d thrust one last time while I came around him like a desperate whore.

The drool already leaked from the corners of my mouth. Her hand slid around my throat from behind. Fingers wrapped firmly, squeezing just enough to make my pulse hammer. At the same time her other hand reached between my legs and dragged through my soaked folds. Two fingers pushed inside without warning, curling hard against my front wall. She pumped them deep while her grip on my throat tightened and eased in rhythm with each thrust. Tasha pulled her fingers out and spanked me again—three quick, stinging blows that made my ass jiggle. Then she lit the candle. Hot wax dripped onto the small of my back in a slow line.

I hated how turned on I still felt knowing three other men had watched me get fucked and filled. Jax chuckled softly, his hand sliding down to cup my cum-filled pussy. Two fingers pushed lazily inside me, stirring his load. “You say you feel dirty, but this pussy is still dripping for more. You liked it, baby. I saw how hard you came when you knew they were staring.” I whimpered, hips twitching against his hand despite myself. “I… I don’t know. It felt wrong. Really wrong. But at the same time…” My voice trailed off. I couldn’t admit it out loud — that the shame had made my orgasm ten times stronger. That feeling their eyes on my naked, bouncing body had pushed me over the edge so violently.

Between my own arousal and the lube, I was a soaking mess; I could hear the wet, squelching sounds of his work, and I felt the trail of moisture dripping off his hand and soaking into the bedsheets. He withdrew his fingers abruptly, only to rain down a series of stinging spanks. Slap. Slap. Slap. "You like that, don't you? My little slut," he growled, his voice loud and proud in the quiet room. "Yes! Again!" I cried out, my voice high and frantic. "I'm your slut, Kael! I'm yours! Break me, please just break me!" My moans turning into high-pitched wails of pure, unadulterated need.

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.