The Erotica Novels & Stories

parted me gently but firmly. The soft wet sound was unmistakable in the quiet room. He brushed his thumb over my clit in a torturously light circle. My hips jerked. A broken moan tore from my throat. “Sensitive,” he praised, voice thick. “Exactly like the woman on your pages.” He circled again, then slid two fingers down to tease my entrance without pushing inside. “Empty and aching. Tell me how long you’ve been walking around campus like this.” “Since the email,” I gasped, pushing back against his hand. “Since I saw your name. Days ago.”

“Rub your clit while you ride me. I want to feel this pussy cream one more time before I fill it.” She reached down, rubbing her swollen clit frantically as she bounced. Her moans turned into high-pitched, broken cries. Her walls started fluttering wildly around my cock again. “I’m gonna cum. Ethan, please!” “Cum then, you pathetic slut,” I snarled, thrusting up hard to meet her bounces. “Milk my cock.” Elara screamed, her whole body convulsing as another violent orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on me like a vice, gushing wetly all over my lap. Her eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent cry, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

She wanted to feel their clits rub against each other, she wanted to hear the echoes of their voices as they both reached climax. As if the both of them had been compelled by an unseen force, they pulled into each other again, and Helena slid her hand up Elora’s leg again, and this time, she got far enough to Elora’s cunt. “Fuck, it’s like there is fire in your fingertips, sweetheart.” Elora moaned. “You set me on fire each time.” She added, and at that moment, Helena spread her pussy lips and felt just how wet Elora was. The liquid drove Helena insane with the urge to taste it, but she only kept rubbing Elora’s cunt, drawing more juice out of it as the apartment they both shared filled up w

she whispered. That one word... it undid something in me. I let my fingers explore more, pulsing in and out of her wet pussy— all while watching her face. Her lashes fluttered, her breath caught, and she squirmed just slightly in her seat. "Keep your legs open for me," I murmured and she parted it wider, hand gripping the door handle. "That's it." She whimpered again — that quiet, breathy sound that was making me go crazy. My cock hardened inside my pants and the need to fuck her hole in car grew but I knew I had to hold myself back. Layla might be back any moment.

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

Their cocks were obscene: thick as wrists, veined like twisted ropes, heads flared and leaking heavy, glowing precum that dripped in long sticky strands onto the floor with wet plops. Marcus screamed through the ring gag, but it came out as a wet gargle. The five demons circled Lila slowly, breathing heavy, sulfur and raw lust thick in the air. She stood there trembling, cum still leaking down her thighs from the first two, but her pussy was clenching visibly, hungry for more.

Ellie was trapped in her erotic dream, and in it, the love of her life was stroking inside her while kissing her shoulders and neck. It sent tingles down to her toes and clit. In the dream, his manhood was thick and hard, filling her to the brim; her pussy was wet and hot, stuffy like the South American jungles; her breathing was quick and shallow in her dream. Oh, what a lovely dream... or was it?

My mouth watered. “Look at that pretty pink pussy,” he murmured. “Still dripping from earlier. You love being used, don’t you, Hazel?” “Yes, Derick,” I whispered, cheeks burning with shame and arousal. He rolled his chair closer. “Crawl to me.” I did, on all fours, stopping between his spread thighs. His cock stood thick and heavy, veins pulsing, the head already leaking precum. It looked even bigger up close. “Clean it first,” he said, voice dark. “With your tongue.”

He liked knowing that Zach did show some interest towards his attractive points. “What common phrases have you come across in erotica for the male body?” he asked. “Toned abdominal muscles, taut skin stretched across bulging muscles, throbbing manhood,” Zach reeled off quickly. The billionaire snorted. As the CEO of a publishing company, he had read his fair share of the erotica coming out of the company and those phrases were certainly common. Erotica was the most profitable genre at the moment for the company. “Of course. How likely is it that the female lead has messy hair?”