Stories Erotic Novels & Stories

He opened his eyes and she saw something there she hadn’t before. Adoration. “Then take me apart,” he said. She climbed onto his lap, straddling him slowly. Skin on skin. No leather. No feathers. No blindfolds. Just them. Real. Raw. Exposed. He didn’t reach for her. He let her guide every movement. Let her slide against him, take him inside her at her pace. Her hands held his shoulders. Her forehead touched his. They moved together, slow and deep. It wasn’t just erotic, it was consuming. His breath caught every time she gasped. She let her moans fill the room, let her fingers rake down his back.

His hands slid down her body, his touch firm and confident, as he guided her to the edge of the couch. Sadile felt a thrill of excitement as she realized what was about to happen, her body responding to the anticipation with a hunger that surprised even her. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, heavy and ragged, as Travis positioned himself before her, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her heart flutter. She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene.

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Two: some small, traitorous part of me hadn't stopped thinking about what he'd said since he said it or about the two seconds after I fell, when neither of us had moved. I sat back down at my laptop, stared at the same flat, lifeless paragraph for a long time, and then before I could talk myself out of it opened a new tab. My cursor sat blinking in the search bar for almost a full minute before I typed the question: does an erotic writer need experience before writing? I deleted it. Typed it again. This time I hit search.

The second orgasm hit her without a single warning. It tore through her in hard, pulsing waves that made her walls clamp down viciously around his cock. She cried out against his mouth, her body arching hard off the desk. Alexandro didn’t slow down for a second. He rode her right through it, drawing every last tremor out of her until she was trembling and completely oversensitive, then chased his own release with a handful of brutal, merciless strokes. He came with a low, guttural groan, burying himself deep and flooding her womb again in hot, thick pulses.

“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.

Slowly, shakily, I opened my legs for him. “Please… d-don’t look,” I whispered, even though I didn’t close them again. His hand delivered a light, sharp slap to my inner thigh, making me yelp. “Why shouldn’t I stare at this perfect little pussy?” he growled. “My perfect little pussy.” His fingers stroked through my folds, spreading the slickness he found there. I moaned at the unfamiliar sensation, my body jerking under his touch. He pushed one thick finger inside me. My walls tightened around the intrusion. Then he added a second, stretching me carefully. A soft cry left my lips. I was already a mess, gripping the sheets like they could anchor me.

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

“Adrian!” Soon he was done with me, while we both kept breathing loudly like our lives depended on it. Sex? It was both heavenly and pleasurable. And Adrian was the man who made me feel that to my core. I just fucked my patient. “Why are you staring at me like that?” he asked while I smiled. “Maybe because I just fucked my attractive patient.” We kissed, and this could be the end of the journey for the therapist and the patient’s story, but a new beginning for lovers who find their path.