Shadow Erotica Novels & Stories

"He’s an animal! Look at the way Jade’s stomach is jumping every time he hits the back of her! I want that! I need that!” Amara had stepped off her machine, her body drenched in sweat. She walked over to Chloe, who was kneeling on the floor. Amara held a long, double-ended dildo, and the two of them began to move together in a frantic, messy rhythm. They were moaning in a high-pitched chorus, their eyes never leaving the bed where Leo was pounding into Jade. "He’s not stopping!" Chloe cried out, her voice breaking. "He’s getting faster! How is he still so hard? Oh God, Amara, look at his muscles! Every time he thrusts, his whole back ripples!"

Then I opened my legs wider for him, resisting the overwhelming urge to close them and hide. The cool air against my wet folds made me shiver. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, voice low and rough. My face burned with humiliation, but I obeyed again. My fingers moved between my folds, smearing my abundant juices around my already swollen clit. The wet sound was embarrassingly loud in the quiet room. I closed my eyes tightly, unable to bear the intensity of his stare. “Open your eyes,” he snapped. “And do not hide your moans.” I forced my eyes open, releasing my bitten lip. Soft, embarrassed whimpers escaped me as I circled my clit faster. My hips began to rock against my hand without permission.

His strong fingers dip in, immediately finding my most sensitive bud and I cry out. “You like that, love?” “Oh, Pete… yes.” “You’re already so wet, Sharon. Is that all for me?” “Yes!” I moan again, his finger circling my opening. “Pete, don’t stop, don’t stop.” “I won’t, sweetheart. Not until I’ve got you where I want you.”

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

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.

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.

My cheeks were flushed red, my body trembling with pleasure. Cassian stood above me, his massive frame casting a shadow over mine. He kept pounding restlessly on my tight pussy, each movement reflected perfectly in the glass. Seeing us like that, completely consumed in the broad daylight, sent another wave of unbearable heat rolling through my core. "You like that, don't you?" he rasped, speeding up his stroke, becoming more forceful.

“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.