Vanilla Erotica Novels & Stories

Her hairs were spread on the mattress and she was scrolling through her phone being effortlessly sexy. Vanity had never been so irresistibly compelling. Like a poet’s muse, she was an endowed extravagant creature that embodied erotism in her every move, like she could feel eyes on her. As if that wasn’t tormenting enough she pressed her legs together harder, bend her one leg, and began rubbing her foot on the length of her long leg, tortuously slow. My breathing was uneven, she bit her lip that was mine to suck, eyes glazed and her back arched further.

During his spontaneous vacation in South Africa, Daniel stumbles into Nina's vibrant club. Their instant chemistry ignites a passionate night, leading to hot sex. As the night unfolds, they discover a passion that ignites their souls. They were supposed to have just one night, but Daniel finds what he wishes for in a short companion, and he invites her to spend his vacation with him to explore their intoxicating connection. #SteamyNight #hookup #bar #mature #strangers #vacation #goodtime #FantasyFulfilled #Interracial #adults

“What’s vanilla?” Creighton chuckled. “It’s a term used in BDSM that refers to plain sex, expressed only through bodies, no toys, no abuse, no external involvement.” “In other words, you can’t be satisfied unless you’re doing all this stuff?” She was afraid of what he may say in reply to her question. He reached out and lifted her chin with his finger, forcing her to look into his eyes. “I enjoyed last night more than I ever thought I would,” he said softly. “I haven’t had a virgin in many years, and I have never enjoyed love making as much as I do with you.”

I could already feel his thunder junk pressing into my back as he pulls on of my legs up and puts his knee inbetween them. His fingers tease me as they refuse to massage me where I want it so bad. I try to rip my hands free but his hand is holding on way too tight. "I don't think so, Bella." He whispers near my ear and spanks my ass again, harder than he did before, making me moan loudly. I bite my arm in embarrassment as a furious blush creeps onto my cheeks. One finger slips into me and I gasp as he instantly pulls it out again. "Ugh," I groan, "please, Joshua."

Layla was still talking, back to us, rummaging through the fridge like she was hunting treasure. My fingers curled slightly, stroking the skin under Sara's shorts. She shifted in her seat. Just a little. I pressed my thumb gently into her thigh. Her breath caught. She reached for her glass of water, hand trembling faintly as she lifted it to her lips. Control, baby. I slid my hand higher—close enough to feel the heat of her. Close enough to remind her exactly where I'd been last night. And what I could do again in less than a minute if we were alone.

The bedroom was huge and luxurious. Valeria opened a large drawer beside the bed and took out several items. She laid them on the silk sheets: a thick black dildo with realistic veins, a smaller pink vibrator, a bottle of lube, and a pair of shiny metal nipple clamps. “Lie on the bed,” Valeria ordered. “On your back. Legs wide open.” Aurora obeyed. She spread her thighs, showing her red, swollen pussy. It was still dripping from her previous orgasms.

“Fucking obscene.” She smirked wickedly. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” I tore the bra clasp open with one hand. Her full, soft tits spilled out, her dar rise nipples were already tight. I bent and sucked one into my mouth, while my fingers pinched the other. Vanessa cried out, her fingers twisting in my hair, her hips bucking against my thigh like she was already riding me. “Bed,” I ordered. “On your hands and knees, raise your ass up. Show me how bad you want it.”

“I’m not sure what exactly Ezra was trained to do since I didn’t meet him until after we were freed. Do you know what I was trained to do, Vanya?” “N-no,” she whimpered. “Please, Ob—” I didn’t elaborate on my training, but picked up the nipple clamps from the bed and walked back to kneel between her legs. “What did he want to talk about?” Vanya sighed when I moved the vibrator away from her sensitive clit. Her body slowly relaxed. “Stuff,” she muttered. “He wanted to talk about stuff.” “What stuff?” She pursed her lips and turned her head away. I smirked as I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around a puckered nipple. Curses flew from her lips when I started sucking it into my mouth.

Voss’s fingers traced the curve of my ass, then dipped between my thighs, finding the evidence of my arousal. “You’re soaked already,” he said with dark satisfaction. “The thought of being blackmailed by your boss turns you on, doesn’t it?” I couldn’t deny it. A soft whimper escaped me as two thick fingers slid along my slick folds, spreading my wetness. He circled my clit with agonizing slowness, teasing the sensitive bud until my hips twitched. “Answer me, Lila.” “Yes,” I breathed, shame and lust twisting together in my belly. “It turns me on.”

It’s sexy as hell. Call me vanilla girl all you want, but I love missionary. I love the feeling of his skin against mine when he thrusts into me. I love his breath on my neck when he explores my insides. I love sloppy and deep kisses while he strokes my insides. I love wrapping my arms around him and pulling him tight against my chest while feeling his cock in me. I love threading my fingers in his hair while he rests his head on my shoulder and still thrusting into me. That, to me, is the best feeling ever.