Sleeping Beauty Erotica Novels & Stories

The servant girl murmured in her sleep and rolled over onto her back, never waking. A sense of wonder dominated Etta's thoughts, savoring the incredibly fulfilling memory of her torrid adventure. Imagine — an entire fist and forearm stuffed into her pussy! Who would have thought such a thing was possible? She glanced down, her fingers exploring, expecting to find a wrecked cavern of her cunt. But the resilient flesh of her sweet pussy had snuggled back up, leaving only a tight little slit in which her dabbling fingers could linger. A smile crossed her lips as an entire new realm of deviant possibilities unfolded in her overactive imagination. She gazed down at the sleeping Spanish girl, keen

She walked right up to the bed, teasing my jaw with the tip of a leather crop before leaning down to stroke Jake's back. "Such an obedient little toy," she purred, her fingers trailing down my chest. Without another word, she unbuttoned her lace robe, stepping over my hips and guiding my hard cock straight into her wet core in one smooth drop. "Ahhh, fuck," she groaned, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she sank all the way down. The heat was overwhelming. She rode me with relentless power, her hips slamming against mine while she held a small vibrating bullet right against my tip. Behind me, Jake grabbed the dildo and drove it back into my hole with ruthless force.

The bedroom air felt thick with anticipation as we stepped inside. The lights were dimmed to a soft golden glow, casting warm shadows across the king-sized bed. My body was already buzzing from the intense orgasm Victor had given me downstairs. My skin felt hypersensitive, my nipples tight, and my pussy still slick and throbbing with need. Victor guided me toward the bed with a firm, possessive hand on my lower back. Ryan followed closely, pulling the armchair right beside the bed for the best possible view.

Her pussy jolted with pleasure and she could have cum there at the words. Here she was, lying after receiving the fucking of her, while her boyfriend and his roommate casually talked about sharing her around for sex. She had never thought about sleeping with anyone else while she was with Bob, but the eroticism and kinkiness of this whole situation completely warped her mind. She needed to cum, so... so badly after being used naughtily before, but she knew there was no way Bob would agree to that, though every fiber in her body was praying that he would.

My short fantasy. I'm lying next to Marianne right now, in her bed. We're both naked and we've been slowly masturbating in tandem for the past half hour. It's easily the hottest experience I've ever had and I can't believe I've been able to hold back my orgasm for so long. But I can't hold on much longer. Aside from her beautiful, naked body, the shared experience itself is incredibly erotic. She's so sexy! And watching the way she has been playing with her pussy while staring at me only made it more exciting.

she whispered again in my ear, her breath against my skin shattering every bit of willpower I had. “Are you sure?” I croaked, surprised that I was still able to form words with how my little man was twitching down there. Did I mention that this beautiful girl on my lap was naked? I did? Great. I could feel heat radiating from her lady parts. And not just any heat. The kind that told me she’s doing no better than I was. We were both turned on. Fabulous. “Please,” she whispered, her chest rising and falling in an uneven rhythm. She closed her eyes, her lips parting a little as a natural reaction.

The beast rutted mindlessly against Ryan, his throbbing meat sliding in and out of his wet hole, nailing his pleasure button with skillful precision that sent Ryan into a frenzy. And through it all, he kept telling Ryan on their mind-link how much he loved hearing his cries and moans, how sexy he thought he was, and how his tight hole was the sweetest thing ever. All that talk and exquisite dicking propelled Ryan into a sea of sensations that he didn’t even know existed. He exploded with an orgasm so sudden and unexpected he couldn’t hold in his screams as his cocks spurted all over their chests. The Ojah didn’t falter in his movement. He kept fucking his mate through his orgasm, loving the

Nay Paz is also awake as evident by the voices outside. It's been more than ten minutes since I started just staring up at the sleeping beauty in my arms. Her head is comfortably resting on my arm while her leg is laying on the most sensitive part of my body. I gently removed her leg from my crotch and hugged her tighter. The feel of her smooth and delicate body as if it were made perfectly to mold in mine heightens my libido. Femella stirred in her sleep. I thought she's going to finally wake up but she only went back to her regular soft snoring.

She didn’t know, not truly, but her dreams had begun to curdle with strange heat, visions of hands not like his, but rougher, mouths that devoured rather than kissed. “They break them open,” Valerius continued, his lips close enough to taste her fear. “They take that sweet innocence and smear it with sin until it’s unrecognizable. Until it begs for more.” He released her, leaving her skin buzzing with something foul and tantalizing. That night, in her canopy bed, Elara touched herself for the first time with purpose, imagining those words as hands on her body. Her own fingers dipped beneath the lace of her nightdress, into the slick heat between her thighs, and she pictured not flowers, but

Damien continued to fuck me, his movements unrelenting, drawing out my pleasure until I was a trembling, boneless mess on the desk. As I came down from my high, Damien pulled out, his body glistening with sweat. He turned me around, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and desire. "You're incredible, Emma," he said, his voice breathless. "The way you make me feel... it's unbelievable." I smiled, a slow and seductive curve of my lips. "I'm glad you think so," I said, my voice was seductive. "Because I'm not done with you yet."