Shemale Erotica Novels & Stories

they were so many that she lost count. When she spotted a pick colored rabbit-shaped dildo, she shut her eyes and turned her head away, embarrassed. Everything inside the room screamed of sin. Pure, erotic sin which set off a throbbing feeling between her thighs. Even the pictures on the wall did little to alleviate the erotic tension in the room. Half dressed couples positioned in different sex poses, with a bountiful show of breasts and buttocks. She felt her head spinning, her thoughts swimming, and the room seemed to tilt on its axis.

Existing only to hold my attention and my lust. The amber light caught the sheen of her skin, glistening as she slid her hands down her thighs, parting them with a teasing slowness that made the blood in my veins heat. The thin line of the pant just at the center of her pussy slit, and she dragged the elastic so tight her clitoris swelled, glistening and moist. Her eyes never left mine, even as she bent low, dragging her hair across her unclad breast like a veil, Shana was good with her job, why wouldn’t she? I have more exclusive sex slaves and they all have to strive to be better than one another… The best whore gets favoured the most.

(MATURE CONTENT 18+) Startled, Adrija rapidly sits up and gets off the table, her body still quivering from her orgasm as her legs feel like they could give out any moment but the way Shiv was looking at her it just made her ten times hornier. Shiv couldn't believe the sight in front of him. He couldn't keep out of his mind Adrija's bare ass and her p*ssy f*cking the table. His d*ck twitched inside his trousers wanting to be released and f*ck her right on top of that table, the erotic image turning him on beyond belief.

“But we both know what a desperate slut you are.” She came anyway, hard, shamefully, and squirting around the dildo, piss mixing with her juices, running down her thighs onto the floor. Damon laughed and kept going, forcing her straight into another orgasm before the first even ended. Over and over. The bench creaked under her thrashing. Her voice went hoarse from screaming. The plug in her ass shifted with every convulsion, pressing against the dildo through her thin wall. She lost count after the fourth orgasm. Everything mixed into pain and unwanted pleasure.

"You like being my secret?" "Yes! Fuck, yes!" she cried out, her legs locking around my waist, pulling me even deeper. The raw sex was relentless. I was hitting her deep, over and over, my movements fast and heavy. Every time I slammed into her, she let out a loud moan, her body clenching around me. It was erotica in its purest form—just two bodies colliding in a way that was forbidden and perfect. I reached down, my hand finding the spot where we were joined, rubbing her clit as I continued to drive into her.

She said. "Oh, good then," Ergon replied. "And what's that?" He asked, pointing at the dildo. Shiela chuckled. "You're so inquisitive." "That's a dildo. You can also call it a vibrator. I use it to fuck myself when I'm horny and there's no one around to satisfy me." She said shamelessly. Ergon couldn't believe his ears. "This bitch is literally a slut," he uttered inwardly. "Anymore questions?" Shiela asked, but Ergon didn't reply to her.

I whispered, which may not have been exactly true just then, but I knew what Shelly wanted to hear. "Mmmm ... Bobby." She hugged me even tighter, smiling as she rocked her cock into my ass like we had all the time in the world. And we sort of did, being Sunday morning like it was, and I didn't even bother looking at the clock. I just closed my eyes, trying my best not to feel ashamed of being fucked by a beautiful shemale, and concentrated on the pleasure of being jerked off. The other pleasure, the sensation of her cockhead kissing my prostate, was one I didn't want to think about. Like the heat that was building deep between my thighs. The soft contractions of my asshole clasped around She

She offered her entire, gaping slick folds to the man gripping the oars, like a sacrifice upon an altar of dark lust. "Hah, hah... Sam-seok, look closely with your own two eyes." Slowly trailing her slender fingers downward, she slickly traced her drenched center and whispered. "Because of that brutal cock of yours, my cunt is dripping wet and gaping open like a bitch in heat..." Flaunting it as if putting on a forbidden show for the man's voyeuristic eyes, she stretched the sticky, lewd nectar from her fingertips like a spider's web, and began to shamelessly touch herself, rubbing her swollen pearl in slick circles.

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

After having an explosive orgasm into one of his discarded sweat socks, Elias saw that Selena had moved on and was now Googling sites which had free sex pictures for viewing. Many of the photos showed women, in various states of bondage, being clamped, whipped, spanked, or cum on. Other pictures showed women on their knees gagging on massive cocks, which filled their mouths and throats, all eventually getting cum facials. Yet others had women getting gang banged by numerous men, filling all of their orifices at once. Elias was floored. He had never expected this!!! On a whim, Elias grabbed the phone and dialed Selena's number, hoping to catch her in an awkward moment. "Hello."