Novel & Cerita Woman Smoking Story Erotica

" She then guided my hand through the slit in her sarong and pushed it against her pussy. It was drenched, and as I gently slid my fingers around in the warm juice, she said, "You should write that down and send it into the P**n-erotica website where they have all those dirty stories." "Literotica," I corrected her. "Maybe I will." I retracted my hand from between her legs, and put my fingers in my mouth. After a long, thoughtful suck, I said, "Hmm. Needs more basil, I think." She laughed, and fished her hand inside my towel, wrapping her hand around my swollen cock. "I think it could use some sausage," she replied.

Two days after the Masquerade Party... **Demetri's POV** "Aren’t we going to do anything else?" the woman beside me asked, her voice sweet and teasing. The room was dim, the scent of perfume and cigarette smoke clinging to the air like an unshakable haze. The warmth of bare skin pressed against mine, but I barely felt it. With a slow inhale, I smoke my cigarette, letting the smoke curl past my lips. A second woman shifted closer, her fingers trailing lazily across my abdomen, tracing the lines of muscle with deliberate slowness.

Falling on her back as I cummed hard, I held her tight, our breaths heavy and our scent filling the room and igniting another desire in me. Not knowing when I slide in another condom, I found myself going for another round with her back resting on the wall and her leg on my shoulder as I fucked her wildly. ********** “Sir, since I'm able to please you, can I state what I want?” Raising my head up with a lit cigarette in between my lips, I narrowed my eyes to look at her face which was still red from the earlier activities. Pursing my lips, a desire flashed through my eyes—An obsession, a crazy Possessiveness.

The apartment, once a nest of solitude, now smelled of group sex like an improvised brothel, the rain outside beating on the windows like distant applause for the dirty spectacle that had ended, candles flickering weakly, casting dancing shadows on the exhausted and cum-covered bodies. Panting and with her body still trembling, Laura sat up slowly, the movement making more semen leak from her ass and pussy, running down her buttocks and thighs in hot strands that stuck to the cold floor, the throb in her throbbing anus mixing with the tingling in her swollen pussy, hard nipples brushing the air, sending shivers that made her moan softly. She reached for the coffee table, grabbing the crumple

If it wasn't for Jane, I would've killed her already. She purred again, squeezed my chest, and flung her naked body back onto the pooling bed sheets. “A White Russian.” I went over to the bar cart and started making her drink. I could feel her eyes on me the whole time. Once I’d taken that to her, she made me roll her a cigarette and put it between her lips. “Do you smoke after sex?” she mumbled around it. “Not that I’ve ever noticed,” I muttered, trying and failing to pull the frilly skirt down. There was white mesh over my nipples, which rubbed with every movement I made, no matter how minute.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

ARC 21 : SIREN’S FATAL EMBRACE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content including lesbian smut, fingering, squirting, tribbing/scissoring, oral worship, tail penetration (anal and vaginal), double penetration with tongue and tail, rough degradation, and intense orgasm control. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores raw and unrestrained desire. ------- Eli/Elara's POV The wind whipped across the deck of The Iron Kraken carrying the reek of unwashed men. I kept my head down with my shoulders hunched, trying to blend in

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

I gasped, the stretch delicious and overwhelming. He filled me completely, bottoming out with a low groan. “Good girl.” His hips rolled, deep and deliberate. “Again. Louder.” I repeated it, voice breaking on every word as he fucked me against the window steady, punishing strokes that made my nipples harden against the glass and my breath fog the surface. Anyone with binoculars in the building across the street might see my silhouette, dress bunched at my waist, getting railed by a man who was supposed to be marrying someone else.