Wikisource Erotica Mga Nobela at Kwento

There were various poses, none of them displaying her pussy because her legs were crossed; it was the one classy thing about the pictures. She was surrounded by a variety of models, male and female, all displaying themselves. They were naked. The men’s cocks were erect. Kisses were exchanged between men and women, women and women, men and men. Fingers curled around and into sex organs. Penetration of all orifices was shown, penetration by fingers and cocks and toys. All the slaves surrounding Solange had nipple rings, male and female. Solange pulled the reference photos from the booklet and scattered them over the table. “You can see what I’m looking for, can’t you?”

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

CONTENT / TRIGGER WARNING: This is a very DARK EROTICA story. I had a checkup today. I was already twenty-five minutes late, and I still hadn't finished getting ready, not that I could rush even if I wanted to. Standing naked in front of the mirror, I angled my body just so. That was the only position from which I could actually see my pussy. The hair had grown out far more than I liked, thick and unruly, and my husband refused to do anything about it.

She came hard, thighs locking around my head, a long broken sound leaving her throat as she pulsed around my fingers. I crawled back up and we kissed again, slower this time, bodies still humming. We lay tangled for a while, trading soft touches, learning the maps of each other’s skin. Eventually desire rose again. She reached into the nightstand and brought out a slim, curved vibrator. She switched it on to a low hum and pressed it between us so that it rested against both of us when our hips met. We moved together, grinding, the vibration traveling through slick flesh. I kissed her deeply while we rocked. The dual pressure and the steady buzz pushed me toward another climax faster than I e

“Good morning, gorgeous.” I smile back. “Turn over,” he says. I flip around so his front is to my back. He pulls me close, and I feel the thickness of his morning erection press against my bottom. I wiggle slowly as he kisses my neck and trails his fingers down to my pussy. “So wet for me,” he whispers. I swirl my hips, whimpering at the sudden need that’s coursing through me. He turns away and I hear him open the condom, and in moments, bliss comes as he pushes inside. The angle is different and hits deep, causing me to cry out.

TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains explicit adult erotica involving step-family taboo themes, including a threesome (MFM) with stepfather, stepbrother, and stepsister. Content includes intense sexual situations, rough sex, dirty talk. Carlis’s POV I thought we had the house to ourselves. The wedding preparations had everyone running around town, but Brian had me bent over the back of the couch, my sundress shoved up around my waist and my panties dangling from one ankle. His thick cock slammed into me over and over, stretching my pussy just right.

I didn’t care. I slid my lace panties, pussy juice soaked, to the side and let my four saliva dipped fingers rub over my wet clit vigorously in motions only I could decide. As I followed through with the instructions that were given by the female lead in my audio erotica.

Viktor replied, leaning back as he sucked my nipple deep into his mouth, teeth grazing, while pinching the other until pleasure-pain blurred into heat. He slowly slid down my stomach, stopping just above my hardening cock, stroking it gently while looking up at my face with a smirk. Sylas reached for a bottle of scented oil from the side table; the oil was thick, and golden, smelling of musk and herbs. He poured it generously over Viktor's fingers and my hard cock. The cool slickness made me shiver as Viktor wrapped his hand around my dick and stroked me gently. “You're already leaking at the tip,” Viktor whispered, voice dripping with satisfaction. His thumb smeared the precum over the head

I was already soaked from looking at his shorts and seeing myself pull it off and get his cock deep down my throat. My face turned red, I could feel myself dripping. I ran into my room, fell to my feet and shoved my hand into my panties, one finger into my folds gently. Then I used two fingers circling my clit, then faster, my hips rocking up my hands. “Are you okay?” He said as he opened my door. He left saying nothing, I was so embarrassed. I had never imagined he would open my door. In shame, I buried my head under my duvet.

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.