Wikisource Erotica Novels & Stories

Nothing prepared me for the sight in front of me, he didn't even bother to close the door. Clutching my book to my chest, I watched as my handsome tutor lounged on a sofa, cock visible to my eyes. I was right, his cock was long but not too fat. A bottle of oil sat next to him ontop of the table and lastly, a laptop screen that showed a woman sprawled on a kitchen counter, her partner was behind her, his large thick cock sliding in and out of her glistening pussy as a torrent of raw sounds poured out of their mouths.

“Out loud. Starting from the section you stole.” Lila’s hands trembled as she took the pages. Her voice was barely above a whisper at first, but Kane’s sharp look made her speak louder. The words were explicit—far more explicit than anything she had submitted for class. In her panic and exhaustion, she had accidentally included passages from a secret erotic story she had been writing for herself… about him. “‘Professor Kane’s strong hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wide across his desk as he looked at my dripping pussy with hungry eyes…’” Her voice cracked.

My thighs pressed together on instinct, but it was already too late. A slick rush of wetness flooded my panties, hot and sudden, soaking the delicate lace until it clung to my swollen fold. My clit pulsed hard, as if his voice had whispered the command straight against my skin. God. I was dripping. Just from an email. Just from the knowledge that the most explicit thing I’d ever written...forty-three pages of raw, shameless fantasy...was now sitting in his inbox. I had submitted the wrong file. On Monday night I’d been running on cold coffee and three hours of sleep, watching a course submission portal count down the last two minutes before the deadline.

The pain and pleasure mixed until I could not tell them apart. “Again,” Marcus demanded. Lila grabbed the powerful wand vibrator. She pressed it mercilessly against my clit while Marcus pounded my cunt and Lila worked the dildo deep in my ass. The triple stimulation felt overwhelming. My body could not handle it. . I sobbed and shook. My holes clenched and fluttered around both intrusions. I tried to beg for mercy but only broken whimpers came out of my mouth. Tears ran down my cheeks. Marcus pulled out suddenly. His cock shone with my cream. Lila immediately took him into her mouth. She deepthroated him clean. Then she guided him back to my gaping, dripping pussy.

The sensation pushed me over the edge and with a groan, I buried myself deep and came, my cum was a flooding mess inside of her, also spilling on the bed tainting the sheets. Venetia collapsed forward, her body trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "My pussy, damn!” she whimpered. "I’ve never….never come like that before." I pulled out slowly, my cock glistening with lube and cum. She turned her head, her eyes hazy with pleasure. "Let's do it again. I'm not satisfied," she murmured. "I want it again." Lila laughed, her body still rocking against John’s. "Greedy girl," she teased. "It's a good thing we’ve got all night. Let's mount the clouds.”

"Bend over the desk. Ass up, legs spread." I scrambled up, skirt hiked to my waist, tits spilling out as he ripped my blouse open—buttons pinging across the floor. Cool wood hit my nipples, hardening them more. I arched my back, pussy exposed, lips puffy and dripping, clit peeking out begging. He stepped behind, rubbing his cock along my slit slow, coating himself in my juices. The fat head nudged my entrance, parting folds, but didn't push in. "Beg for it, Mira. Beg your boss to ruin this married pussy."

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

I was confused, until; "Sit on his dick. You are going to ride him, princess." Kieran told me and Killian nodded in approval. "While you worship my dick with that slutty mouth of yours, putting it to good use." His dirty words made my pussy ache and wet. I straddled Kendrick, placed my hand on his chest, and slowly slipped his cock into my dripping pussy. It slid in easily, due to how wet and needy I was. I rocked against him gently as he groaned, his hands wrapping around my waist.

The assigned text, Bataille’s Erotism, was a descent into philosophical darkness. It spoke of the sacred and the profane, of violence as a gateway to ecstasy, of transgression as a necessary rupture of the mundane world. Elara read it in her small apartment, her body still sore and marked from the last session, the words resonating in her bones. She understood, now, that her thesis was not merely an academic exercise. It was a lived experience, a mapping of her own violation and transcendence.

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.”