Vanilla Erotica Novels & Stories

His fingers trailed my nipples before he slowly goes up. I swallowed hard my saliva as I sniffed. I felt his breath on my nape as he licked it. "You taste like vanilla, I love it," he whispered. "But vanilla with my cum would be better. Don't you think so? Keatton," he bit the tip of my earlobe and let out a small laugh. "Are you afraid of me, whore?" Lord Damon asked. Without hesitation. My head tilted back and forth fast as tears ran down to my cheeks. Lord Damon giggled,

Vanilla whimpered, his pace fastened, she could barely hold herself together, her thigh buckled, clit tightening against his fingers. " Oh my God. I…I " she was about to orgasm, Vanilla could feel it. Then Darkness stopped, his fingers slipped out of her. Vanilla whimpered at the lack of touch. “What are you doing?" She sat up the table, still breathing heavily as her dress fell over her wet tight, aching for more than Darkness had given.

Vanessa strutted out in a black lace lingerie that barely covered anything, thigh high boots, a leather whip in one hand with an eye mask dangling from her other fingers. Joel’s cock twitched instantly; hardening despite the horror. “Va…Vanessa?” She said nothing, only kept strutting towards me. She dropped to her knees between my thighs, started grinding; hips rolling, tits brushing my chest, ass popping in slow circles. Then she bent, unzipped me slow. My cock sprang free; thick, veined, leaking. “Bigger than I thought,” she purred, licking the shaft from base to tip. “I think I’ll like this.”

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

“You’re soaking my face, boss… such a greedy cunt tonight…” Heat flooded between my legs so fast my thighs trembled. I turned the handle slowly and stepped inside. The sight hit me like a wave. Victoria Steele was bent over her huge mahogany desk, designer skirt shoved up around her waist, panties kicked aside. Her long raven hair spilled across the blotter. Elena Voss knelt behind her, face buried between those perfect ass cheeks, tongue thrusting deep while a thick black strap-on harness hugged her wide hips. The realistic eight-inch cock bobbed between Elena’s thighs, already slick. On the desk lay an open bottle of thick, clear lubricant, a buzzing bullet vibrator pressed hard to Victori

“Relax. Push out.” She worked it in slowly. The stretch burned but felt so fucking wrong and good. Once it was halfway in she started fucking my ass with it, one hand rubbing my clit fast. I came again, screaming into my hand, my pussy squirting all over my own stomach. Vanessa finally pulled the dildo out, dripping, and shoved it back in her drawer like it was nothing. Then she climbed on top of me, both of us sweaty and covered in fluids, and we made out again-- spitting, biting, grinding slowly.

Bringing my head back up from her core, I wiped my lips on the back of my hand. "Tastes like vanilla!" I said, licking the remaining drops on my lips. You have no idea of my late obsession with vanilla. Firstly, because vanilla is her favorite flavor and now it is mine too. And secondly, she literally tastes like vanilla. I gave her a sexy grin, tossing the bottle of whipped cream away, not before lathering her boobs in it. Trailing my lips from her stomach to her chest, I bit her nipple as I reached it. Her hands instantly found their way into my hair, clutching and tugging them in the process. Arching her back further, she shoved her boobs more in my face. I continued sucking and, without

The realization was electrifying. Vanessa must have seen it too. A wicked, triumphant smile touched her lips. "You like watching, don't you, Mark? You like seeing what you can't have anymore." She pulled Ethan to his feet and kissed him hard, tasting herself on his lips. "Go to my bag. In the master bedroom. There's a black velvet pouch. Bring it to me." Ethan went, his heart pounding. He found the pouch and returned. Vanessa took it and spilled its contents onto the coffee table. A sleek silver vibrator, a bottle of lube, and a curved, glass dildo.

His lips found the sensitive skin of my neck, sucking a mark right below my ear. “No one has to know,,” he whispered into my ear, his voice a low, vibrating sin. “Just a secret. Just once. I’m so hard for you right now, I can barely breathe.” He traced his tongue up to my earlobe, licking it slowly. I shivered, my head falling back. “Eva doesn’t have a single sex bone in her body,” he muttered, his hands sliding down to my waist. “She’s all career and wedding plans. She doesn’t look at me the way you do. She doesn’t make me feel like this.”

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”