Written Erotica Novels & Stories

I hated everything they stood for. Yet my traitorous Omega body craved the absolute dominance Aaron possessed. The sheer thought of him knotting me, pinning my arms above my head while I begged, pushed me straight over the edge. My body shuddered violently, an explosive, intense orgasm ripping through my lower half. I cried his name into the silence, my hips trembling as the release washed over my feverish skin, cooling the burning ache inside me. I lay there for several minutes, catching my breath in the dark room.

Finally, one of his hands slid down, but instead of washing the rest of me, he went between my legs, and cupped my sex. "I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to feel sore," I murmured. "Do you have some weird sex magic?" Orion laughed, a deep rumbling sound that sent pleasant vibrations through me. "I guess you can call it that," he agreed. "Wait, really?" He gently tugged at my ear with his teeth, then moved on to kiss and nibble at my neck. "Mm hmm." "So you meant it literally when you said you would make it not hurt before you um...put your cock in me?"

She teased Sophie’s entrance with it first, rubbing the cool glass against her clit until she was whimpering. Then she pushed it inside slowly, fucking her with steady strokes while leaning down to suck her clit again. Sophie came a second time, harder, back arching off the bench. Elena pulled the rod out, set it aside, and climbed up onto the bench with her. She straddled Sophie’s thigh, grinding her wet pussy against it while sliding two fingers back inside Sophie. They moved together, being; desperate, messy, skin sliding on skin. Elena’s breasts pressed against Sophie’s as she rode her thigh, fingers thrusting deep.

The desk banged against the wall with every powerful stroke. “Gonna cum again,” I whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fill me up while I cum on you.” “Do it. Cream all over my cock.” He rubbed my clit again, relentless. I exploded a second time, crying out his name, body shaking in his arms. He followed right after, burying himself deep and pumping hot ropes of cum inside me. “Fuck, Ava… take it all.” We stayed like that, breathing hard, his cock still twitching inside me. He kissed me slower this time, dominant but almost tender. Then he pulled back, eyes dark with satisfaction as he watched his cum drip out of my used pussy onto his desk.

He grabbed my wrists and tied them behind my back with my own soaked panties that he picked from the floor. The fabric was cool and tight against my skin, cutting off all circulation. His hand fisted in my hair, and he yanked it hard, forcing my back to arch. My scalp burned, tits pushed out, nipples hard and aching. “Fuck, will you look at that,” He said, voice thick with lust. “Two pretty pink tight holes. They’re both gonna get their fill of this cock.” He pressed the fat, slick head of his cock against my asshole. It burned as he pushed in. The stretch was intense, way more than my pussy. I gasped and whimpered, my body tensing.

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

They had taken turns with her for hours , passing her around and every single one of them had cum inside her or on her body. She loved every second of it. She had even, and still spread her legs willingly for two of the married male teachers in the staff room during lunch breaks, letting them fuck her quietly whenever they needed relief. She couldn’t help it. Deep down, Elena was a slut by nature. She loved the thrill of being used, of giving her body freely with nothing expected in return. She could never say no when someone wanted to fuck her. She would gladly spread her legs wide and let them pound her as hard and as long as they wanted.

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

Ace replied. "Just one?" Pamela asked. "For now. The uh sex scenes in your books, are those from experience?" Ace asked. "You read my books?" Pamela asked in disbelief. Ace looked away. "I wanted to know more about your style of writing. But don't change the subject." "Some was personal. But the majority was from reading other romance novels and talking to other women. I've been reading erotica since I was 15." Pamela explained. Ace grinned. "What do you think about acting a few of the scenes out?"