Vanilla Erotica Novels & Stories

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

“Fill my tight little virgin pussy with that thick cock of yours. Make me yours.” My fingers slide between my thighs. My breath catches. My heart pounds. My panties are almost dripping. I stand up, letting them fall down my legs, stepping out of them with slow, deliberate grace. My wetness clings to my inner thighs. I drag my skirt up to my waist and sit back on his desk, legs parted, giving in to the fantasy. One finger grazes my clit and my hips buck. It feels electric. I shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t care.

I am looking at her with trembling lips, unable to speak, unable to move. She is smiling, a wicked, triumphant curve, pressing me against the wall and pressing herself flush against me. The contact is electric, searing. She brings her face close, her lips slightly a few millimeters away from mine, the scent of vanilla and something uniquely her own filling my senses. "You know we don't have to keep pretending to each other," she whispers against my lips, her voice low and husky, a dangerous invitation.

Daniel's world narrowed to the slick, molten heat enveloping him. Vanessa—his student, his forbidden fantasy—clenched around his cock like a vice, her inner walls pulsing in time with her heartbeat. She sat impaled on him, thighs bracketing his hips, her skirt bunched up around her waist like a discarded secret. The desk creaked under their combined weight, but neither cared. The lecture hall, once a bastion of intellect and restraint, now echoed with their ragged breaths.

“Gonna squirt—fuck—Vanessa—” “Do it,” Vanessa growled against her. “Come all over my face. Soak me.” Chloe did—back arching off the bed, a gush of slick coating Vanessa’s chin, her neck, dripping onto the sheets. Vanessa drank it down, moaning like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted. When Chloe finally collapsed, panting, Vanessa crawled up, kissed her slow and deep—sharing the taste of both of them. They weren’t done. Vanessa reached into the nightstand drawer—pulled out a thick, curved dildo, purple silicone, ridged. She slicked it with lube, then handed it to Chloe.

I groan, going slow, if only I could j -- "Caden, I'm so closeee" She moaned out. I sped up my slow motions, as I thrusted faster and faster. My grip on her hip tighten, I raised her left leg up, and my speed increased. "Caden. . ." I felt my balls tighten, and. . "Caden!" Vanilla screamed looking flushed. "I know" I replied, I flick her clit with my finger, and she shatters, so do I, we burst into a million stars.

Isla sighed deeply but before she could say anything, he hung up on her. “Do you think that will work?” a familiar feminine voice spoke from behind him. He turned to face the naked woman, with her legs wide open enough for him to see her wet cunt. “He licked his lips lustfully, “Emotional blackmail always works on her,” he replied, walking towards the bed. “What are you doing?” he asked. “Getting to ready to fuck myself with a vibrator, why?” she asked, reaching for the drawer that belongs to Isla. “Fuck no! You came here to be fucked by me,” he exclaimed, salivating at her cunt.

“That’s going to stay in my phone forever. Whenever I’m away, I’ll play it. I’ll jerk my cock to the sound of your pretty cries. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She moaned, pushing forward against his hand. “Dirty little girl.” He pinched her clit, loving the sound that escaped her mouth after. “On your hands and knees, Printsessa. You sound like you’re aching for more.” Charlotte immediately got on her hands and knees, imitating her current position on the screen. Maksim knelt behind her on the floor, lined up his cock with her entrance, and pushed into her in a slow torturous movement. Charlotte wiggled her ass back, wanting more.

The erotica sounds of her mouth filled the space under the water, mixing with my gasps and low moans behind me. Faith free hand slid up to my throat, tilting my head back so she could bite along my neck while her hips kept rolling. "That's my girl, let her taste how wet you are," she moaned, pressing two fingers back inside me from behind even as Stella tongue sucked my front. She then pushed two fingers alongside Faith's, both of them stretching me open together. Their fingers moved in rhythm, one curling up while the other thrust deeper, scissoring inside my clenching walls. My legs shook harder. Faith adjusted her stance, spreading me wider so Stella could comfortably bury her face comple

But the contrast of her pale skin, dark red hair, freckles, and pale, almost hidden nipples was an exotic, erotic tableau not easily found. “If people only knew,” she told herself in the mirror. She had another date with George in a couple of hours. Fia wondered what they were going to do. She was excited and scared. She liked that feeling. While Fia had always considered herself open-minded and sexually adventurous, in her heart she knew that, really, she wasn’t. All her partners had always been men. She liked vaginal sex. She only owned one vibrator and no other sex toys. Even her sexiest lingerie leaned toward practicality.