Smut Vs Erotica Novels & Stories

LUCA; I'm obsessed with my gym partner. Utterly and completely obsessed. And no, not in a platonic way. In an erotic, filthy and sinful way. His name is Ethan. Yes, I'm fucking straight. The mere idea of another man touching me in that manner, was repulsive to say the least. Should be a disgusting.... demonic act. I detested the thought of it...but it was such a shame that I had no control of my body's reaction. Of my thoughts. They were filthy and borderline pornographic on the things I imagined he'd do to me, or the things I'd would love to explore with him.

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" She then guided my hand through the slit in her sarong and pushed it against her pussy. It was drenched, and as I gently slid my fingers around in the warm juice, she said, "You should write that down and send it into the P**n-erotica website where they have all those dirty stories." "Literotica," I corrected her. "Maybe I will." I retracted my hand from between her legs, and put my fingers in my mouth. After a long, thoughtful suck, I said, "Hmm. Needs more basil, I think." She laughed, and fished her hand inside my towel, wrapping her hand around my swollen cock. "I think it could use some sausage," she replied.

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“Little girls with dirty mouths are secretly sluts for their Daddies. Tell me what you are, Layla.” “I’m a slut for Daddy,” I say, looking up at him shyly from underneath my lashes. “Yeah, you are,” he says, looking down at me with devotion. A deeper emotion flickers in his green eyes, but now’s not the time for it. I cup his balls with my small hands and massage them as I take him down my throat. He roars when his cock hits the back of my throat. I like that I’m turning him into this beast who can barely control his lust around me.

His hips jerked with each spurt his hand milking every drop watching it cover me. I watched him come the sight pushing my orgasm longer my fingers rubbing my clit slow now drawing it out feeling his cum warm thick on my skin. “So much,” I whispered reaching down to rub it in spreading it over my breasts and stomach marking myself with him feeling dirty and owned. Rune breathed hard watching me play with his cum his cock twitching still half hard at the sight. “You are fucking perfect,” he said, leaning in to kiss me deep, tasting my mouth slow now, the urgency fading but the heat still there.

A low, approving growl rumbled in his chest. “Fucking drenched,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. He folded the evidence of my arousal neatly, then walked over to his desk drawer, opened it, and tucked my panties inside like a trophy. The drawer clicked shut. He turned back to me with a dark, satisfied smile. “Good. Now get back to work, little slut. I’ll be keeping these close.” The rest of the day became a slow, exquisite descent into hell and heaven at the same time.

“My screaming slut, milking my cock. Scream louder, make Sophie’s lies disappear.” Eva screamed, “Aaah! Oh god!” Her body trembled, and pleasure surged fast. “I’m cumming,” she screamed, “Ohhh, god!” Her thighs shook hard, and her climax hit like a wave. “Harder, please!” “Cum,” Hayes growled. He spanked her, his cock thrust faster, and his lips sucked her clamped nipple. “Soak my cock, my wet bitch. Drench me.”

“Now you get to watch what real cocks can do.” The bedroom door opened by itself. Two men stepped in. At least… they used to be men. Both were tall, heavily muscled, skin slightly very red under the lights and when a shadowy edge. Their eyes glowed faint orange, and their cocks hung thick and heavy, with unreal lengths, bouncing as they walked in, and already leaking thick precum that smelled like smoke and sex. Lila dropped to her knees like a starving whore and began stroking them, one hand on each.

“An author mailed a box of chocolates this morning as a thank you present. I think they were for Becca, but we shared all of them. I also made chocolate souffles last night so it might also be that.” “Editing smut does have perks,” Darien pointed out. “Do you still want to work outside of the erotica department next year?” Zach thought about it. He had been desperate two months ago to get out of the erotica department because he hated reading smut and found the other editors intimidating. Now he was feeling more at home with the editors and the smut didn’t bother him as much. “It would be nice to not have to spell and grammar check sex scenes,” he replied. “I don’t find it as terrifying as I