Vanilla Erotica Novels & Stories

All I did was playing with the tip as I could feel his precum oozing out already. "Such a teaser." Vernon waste no time at all as he pushed me to the bed and take off his pants, leaving him with his boxer brief. "Bad kitten." He smirked as I did the same to him. "As much as I wanted to spank you, I want our first night of post honeymoon filled with vanilla sex." "Vanilla... Hmm... My favourite flavour." I sighed sexily, making his eyes scream fire. "We aim to pleasure, baby girl." Vernon then lunge forward to my lips, kissing them hungrily as I did the same, wrapping my arms around his neck while my legs looped around his waist.

"I'm just not a fan of getting naked in front of men unless I'm about to get fucked. Now just get out. I'm in my bra and panty for Pete's sake." "Vanilla, there's nothing those two materials are covering that I haven't seen before." Her eyes blazed with heat and anger. "Yes, so sad that you ruined your chance of taking advantage of them." "Ruined?" Luca took slow steps towards her, studying her trying too hard not to squirm. "Are you sure?" Reaching her, he placed his hand at her waist and propelled her body to his, loving the feel of her naked waist beneath his palm. Sliding his hand lower, he cupped one of the mounds just below her waist and gave it a gentle squeeze. A moan left her lips,

“Guess what your favorite fairy godmother has brought you today.” Elena eyed her warily. “Vanessa, every time you say that, it’s either trouble or something illegal.” Vanessa gasped. “Illegal? Please. I only deal in luxury, darling. And today…” She reached into her oversized designer tote with dramatic flair and pulled out a sleek black dildo box. “Ta-da!” Elena blinked. “What is that?” Vanessa smirked. “Your new best friend. A top-of-the-line, rechargeable, waterproof—”

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

She laps it all up greedily, moaning like I’m the best thing she’s ever tasted, her tail now teasing my asshole, pressing lightly against the tight ring until I’m shaking. Lira rises up, lips and chin shiny with my cum, eyes wild. “Good girl. But I’m not nearly full yet.” She says as shadows swirl around her hips and a thick cock manifests, heavy, veined, deep violet like the rest of her, already leaking pearlescent precum from the fat head. The cock looks inhumanly perfect, throbbing with need, and my eyes widens. No. There is no way I’m going to be able to take it.

Something within him always deepened with the girl's soft grunts and pants; sounds of her sweet, oral difficulty, sounds of her breath hitching and her lips parting for the lustful stretch, sounds of the grit and the grime of redemption lost; a path straight and narrow. It was something truly beautiful—the grunge of sex and the extent of domination. It was the aesthetic of retribution; something raw and rough and dirty and passionate. "Sometimes I really like when you don't behave, princess," The man bathed in the sounds of the girl's mouth and the movements of the same orifice, her lips inviting and warm against himself, her tongue greeting and mindless. Each movement of the girl rolling fr

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

I moaned out in ecstasy as two of his fingers slipped into me, his other hand palming my breast roughly as he growled his approval, his fingers sliding in and out of my wet channel, pumping greedily. I closed my eyes in sweet agony, as his tongue sneaked into my mouth battling my senses, the scent of chocolate filled the room as I cried out from the torture, opening my eyes to see my faceless sexual tormentor finally had a face. Vanir. ----------------------------------------------

Her moan reverberated through his skull, an erotic cocktail that made his arousal almost painful. Her hips shifted restlessly, drawing his attention. Grinning, he kissed his way down her belly, lapping and nipping as he went. By the time he pulled off her panties, she was ready for him. He licked into her sweet hotness, groaning at the taste of what he’d been craving since yesterday. Some men thought this was a chore, but with Vanessa, it was a fucking blessing. Delving in with his tongue, he watched her. Her lips parted and her breasts rose and fell seductively. When his tongue circled her clit, her head fell back against the pillow and a soft, mewling moan escaped her rosy lips.

She kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth while her fingers continued teasing between my legs. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up,” she whispered. “I’m not a patient woman.” She reached over to the nightstand and picked up the sleek black strap-on she had shown me last night. My breath caught as she fastened it around her hips. The dildo was thick and realistic, slightly curved, with a pronounced head. Elena stroked it slowly, looking down at me with dark eyes. “On your hands and knees,” she ordered. I obeyed, getting into position in the center of the large bed. Elena moved behind me, spreading my thighs wider. She rubbed the tip of the strap-on through my folds, coating it wit