Stuck Erotica Novels & Stories

She came closer to his ears and whispered in a low seductive voice “Please.Quench my thirst darling.” She stripped down her bathrobe completely. Now she was stark naked in front of him. “Let’s try something different today.” he says, pulling out handcuffs and a stick from his drawer. “What's that for?” she asked, pointing towards the stick. It didn't look like some naughty sex toy but rather something a cop would use to punish criminals who won't confess their crimes. “It’s all for fun darling .You will soon know its usage.” She got down on all four limbs in doggy style on the bed as he tied her wrist to the end of headboards of bed with handcuffs , spreading her legs apart.

I’d let myself into the house, have a couple beers and sit myself down on the couch in my office, flicking on some p**n. And after a couple minutes, the vids do their work. Oh yeah, I’ll find a brunette who looks just like Angie, curvy, ripe, nubile, with a big, hot butt and jiggling tits. And stroking myself, I’ll erupt, the white trailing all over the couch, making a mess on the rug while gasping her name.

I gripped the edges of the desk until my knuckles turned white, my head lolling back as he found a rhythm that made me see stars. I buried my face in my arms, my fingers scratching the wood as he hammered into me. I felt every inch of him, the way he filled the emptiness I had been carrying. I was a mess, a complete slut for the way he was handling me, and I didn't want him to stop. I wanted him to push harder, to go deeper, to make me forget my own name. The friction was building into a white hot flame, centering right where he was buried deep inside me. I could feel the sweat beginning to pool in the small of my back, the air in the office becoming thick and humid with our combined heat.

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.

He slammed back in, doggy style, his hands gripping my hips as he thrust deep and fast. “Fuck, your pussy grips me so good." Thea slid beneath me, her mouth latching onto my swinging breast as she tried to suck them, desperate. Adam slapped my ass lightly. “You two are filthy. Kara, tell me how my cock feels.” “It’s so big… stretching me… don’t stop!” I gasped, feeling Thea's teeth against my nipple. Thea chuckled lightly. "Fuck her harder, Adam, make her come.” He growled, thrusting faster, his balls slapping against me. “Come on my cock, Kara. Grip me.”

God, I’m turning him on as well. Thirst Trap returns carrying a bunch of things that look like sticks, but I quickly recognize those as a special type of incense. I’ve seen those in the black market while I was on a mission. I don’t know the specifics, but I do know they’ve been used for centuries as mild aphrodisiacs. Why are they doing this, though? I’m already longing for them, and I’m doing fine without this type of assistance. Why would they need it? Something tells me this is not as simple as it seems.

My nails are so ingrained in his back that I wonder if I've permanently scarred him. As fast as we came together, we pull apart. He collapses beside me. My body is still hungry and thrumming for more contact. I want him inside again, his pelvis rubbing against my clit. My head turns on my pillow so I can face him. As if this is commonplace for us, my hand reflexively reaches out to stroke his stomach. "I want more," I whisper. His eyes slide to me in disbelief. "I want to stay with you." His laugh is dry and humorless. "You're a lunatic. You can't."

She groans and trembles, grabbing desperately at the fucking sheet. "Fuck, Rae. God, you're such a fucking slut." I grunt through clenched teeth, unable to conceal the vile, sadistic side of myself that I try to keep hidden. "Mhmyeah... I...I'm your... I'm your...slut." She manages to speak in between thrusts while still clutching the sheet for dear life. I still can't get Harley out of my fucking head as my cock prods her tight, slippery asshole. Rae is hit with brutal, vicious blows that cause her muscles to tighten up around my cock as I slam into her, wishing she were someone else. The sounds of her grating groans are finally drowned out by the city noise, which roars in through the open

Now they were back on her legs. It felt like something was scratching at me from the inside, itching and aching all at once. I wanted to jump down and pull her close, but there was nothing I could do except stare helplessly at those beautiful legs swinging right under my nose. I couldn't even begin to say how frustrating it was. Just then, the college student rolled over and faced the wall to play with her phone. The blanket didn't cover her lower body. Half of her big, round backside was sticking out.

We use it for bondage now. MAD GHOSTS OF LuST 295 He fucked me harder and harder. The pain biting my nipples soared, leveled out and soared again whenever he knocked or twisted the clamps. He dug his fingers into my blood-suffused flesh. Colors bloomed behind my eyelids and when I was there, the colors were my world. Flickering clutches of coming pulled me into myself and flung me out. Inside and outside, all at the same time. Ecstasy escapes description; it’s like trying to package steam.