Wikisource Erotica Novels & Stories

He whispered, almost too soft against my ears. The vibrator touched my clit and the world ended. My toes curled so hard they cramped. My stomach seized. I made a sound I’d never made before in my entire life — high and desperate and completely out of my control — and my hips bucked up chasing the contact. “Yes,” he said low. “There you go. You desperate little whore.” He worked it in slow circles and I stopped being a sane person. The sensation of it, the devastating build climbed and climbed like it had no limits. Nothing in my life had come close to this feeling.

I said to Ginger, as I slipped my hands under her nightshirt and felt her bare ass with both of my hands. "Right, they don't know about our sapphic love affairs yet," said Ginger. "Sapphic, I like that word. Why have we not used it before?" I asked. "Probably because I only just learned it last week while reading a story on Literotica," said Ginger. "Literotica, what's that?" I asked. "Only the best website in the world for erotic literature and the like. You should check it out," said Ginger. "I'll do that when we get back home, it sounds interesting!" I replied.

The woman was getting her pussy impaled by this scaly-balled animal from another dimension, but she could not deny the pleasure he was given her, and her screams testified this, as she reached down to rub her own clitty. Whilst viewing this amazing scene, Dorian’s mind wondered, and he thought about his own sexual fantasies. If he was being totally honest, he’d never really been into kinky sex, or dominant or submissive stuff, or even voyeurism.

She’s slipping away—everything feels like it’s underwater, like a dream she can’t wake from. She cries out again, desperate, high-pitched. Endless waves of orgasm ripple through her trembling form, one crashing over the next, relentless, overwhelming. Her limbs flail, her body convulses beneath him, but still he doesn’t stop. Still he pounds. Still he slams. He whispers dirty words against her flushed skin, each syllable igniting her nerve endings like sparks. “Oh, you wanna act like a little slut?” he snarls against her neck, voice dripping with dark amusement. “Then I’ll make it real easy for you, baby.”

“Just like that, Erica. Keep bouncing on me and beg for my cum. You want my fucking cum don't you?" “Yes! Please, give me your cum,” I whimpered, feeling like I was about to explode around him. “Please, Dr. Evans, fill my tight little pussy with your cum. I need it so badly. It’ll make me come all around your hard cock.” “Oh, Fuck,” he grunted, slamming my hips down on his cock and forcing them still. I knew he was trying to stop himself from coming already, but he didn’t tell me to stop bouncing. So, I continued to buck my hips back and forth, my breasts moving against his chest and my pussy exploding around his cock.

The risk felt intoxicating. In his class, Elena always sat in the third row, right in his line of sight if he ever bothered to look. Most days, he didn’t. But that didn’t stop her. While his low, serious voice filled the room, lecturing about ancient battles or scandalous affairs between kings and their forbidden lovers, her hand would slowly slide under the desk. She pressed her thighs tight together at first, feeling the heat building between her legs. Then her fingers would slip under her skirt, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over her panties right on her swollen clit. She had to bite her lip hard enough to taste blood just to stay quiet as he paced between the desks. The fear of gettin

No wonder she was so popular with the guys — she was pure sex. I slipped off my sweatpants, feeling embarrassed by my plain undies. Kate didn’t care. She ripped them off and tossed them aside like they offended her, then laid me back on the sofa. She started kissing me slowly, paying filthy attention to every nook and crevice of my body, exploring me, finding new erogenous zones my many messy trysts with guys had never discovered. I was almost cumming before she even reached my nipples. Her hot mouth wandered from my lips to my ears and neck, then down to my chest, making my body buck and writhe, begging for more.

I was traveling thousands of miles, leaving my oblivious wife at home, to fuck a young girl I had met online because she enjoyed the stories I wrote. If you asked me why I started writing and publishing erotica on Literotica, I do not believe I could give you a full and satisfactory answer. I had been reading the site for some years, had an idea for a story that I wrote out and, after a very short time hemming and hawing, published it.

“I said, come.” My breath had already turned shallow. “What? Why?” “You know why.”He drawled quietly, eyes piercing into mine. “I can give you what you want.” “What I want?” “Yes. I can make you cum in the best ways... beyond ways Felix can even dream of. Beyond your wildest, filthiest fantasies. I can make it all come true.” My heart hammered so hard, both my hands shaking by my side. “Y-you're crazy. And disgusting. I'm your brother's wife. How can you even say that to me?”

If any of the following apply to you, do not proceed: – You have experienced sexual trauma or abuse and certain kinks may retraumatize you. – You are triggered by depictions of non-consent, violence, incest, or power-based abuse. – You are under the legal age of consent in your country. – You object to profanity, crude language, or extremely vulgar sexual descriptions. – You prefer “fade-to-black” or romantic, loving sex scenes. This collection is written for adults who actively seek out extreme, boundary-pushing erotica. It celebrates the full spectrum of human sexual fantasy without apology or censorship. If you choose to continue, enjoy the ride—but know exactly what you’re diving into: r