Stories Of Erotica Novelas e Histórias

I bit my lip raw trying to keep silent when the occasional voice passed in the hallway. At some point her fingers slid into my hair again, stroking absently. “You’re shaking,” she observed quietly. “Still not coming, though. Progress.” I couldn’t answer. Any sound felt too close to a moan. When the hour finally ended she turned the vibrator off. The sudden absence made me whimper. She allowed the sound. “Out.” I emerged on hands and knees, eyes glassy, cock so hard the head looked almost purple. A continuous string of precum connected me to the floor. Vespera looked at the state of me and exhaled a soft, satisfied breath.

"So... you like erotic stories, don't you, my son?" He attempted to speak, but I interrupted his stammer, reaching down to place my finger to his lips, my big tits just inches above him, my slightly wet pussy directly in front of him in plain sight. "And you particularly like erotic stories about sons and mommies, don't you, my son?" My hand reached down and wrapped gently around his, as expected, erect and ready-to-burst cock.

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.

The cloth pooled at his feet, revealing him naked with his heavy cock jerking and the tip dripping pre-cum. Note from author: I’m very sorry to announce Story 9 stops at this point. It turned out to be a very long story and doesn’t suit the short story erotica concept. So this story will be a standalone titled The Last Woman After the Apocalypse. The English version is already ongoing, but the translated versions will be made available soon. Please bear with me. Once again, my humble apology.

My tits bounced in my top and he pulled it down, sucking on my nipples while I fucked him. “Yeah… just like that,” I whispered. I rode him harder, the wet disgusting sounds of my pussy taking his dick filling the quiet library corner. I was still full of Jake’s cum and it made everything extra slippery. Ethan noticed. “You’re dripping everywhere… did you already get fucked today?” I didn’t answer. I just rode him faster, grinding my clit on him. It felt dirty and good. He grabbed my soft ass hard and started thrusting up, meeting me. The chair was shaking now.

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

She moaned in pleasure as she thought of the many virtues of having a 20-year-old son. Lilian was in a daze as she arrived home. Still, she made a bee-line for her bedroom, locked the door, and got out her laptop to check out 'Literotica.' After searching through several stories and authors, Lilian felt herself growing wet and squirming in her chair, as she read the beautifully written erotic stories about mother and son incest. After an hour of reading, she had read numerous stories and soaked completely through her panties. Still unsure if she had been turned on by the incest or the well-written and amazingly descriptive erotic stories, she checked the authors of the stories that she'd rea

“I will text you tomorrow.” Xavier pulled me into a hug. His hand slid low on my back. He pressed close so I felt him again. “Goodbye, Lila,” he said quietly. His eyes stayed on mine. After they left, I went straight upstairs. I locked my door. I took off all my clothes and lay on the bed naked. I spread my legs wide. I slid my hand between my legs. My pussy was soaked. My clit was swollen. I rubbed hard and fast. “Xavier…” I whispered.

I tightened the leather strap around Emma's wrists even more, yanking it hard until her arms stretched above her head and her petite body was pinned flat on the desk. Her perky tits bounced with every breath, nipples still red and swollen from my earlier twisting. I grabbed her thighs and spread her legs wide, forcing her tight virgin pussy to open up completely for me, her juices glistening on the wood. "Stay spread like that, Emma," I growled. "Don't you dare close those legs."

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