Written Erotica Novels & Stories

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

“Rub your clit while you ride me. I want to feel this pussy cream one more time before I fill it.” She reached down, rubbing her swollen clit frantically as she bounced. Her moans turned into high-pitched, broken cries. Her walls started fluttering wildly around my cock again. “I’m gonna cum. Ethan, please!” “Cum then, you pathetic slut,” I snarled, thrusting up hard to meet her bounces. “Milk my cock.” Elara screamed, her whole body convulsing as another violent orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on me like a vice, gushing wetly all over my lap. Her eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent cry, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

she said calmly, “then I push it in and out, imagining it was you” His hand loosened slightly in her hair, then tightened again as if he was grounding himself. She stepped even closer and threaded her hand around his bare back, her nails lightly scraping his skin. “I play with my clit and my nipples” she went on, “pretending it was you who was touching me” His breathing turned shallow. His chest rose and fell fast. His towel felt tighter around his waist with every word. “I cum very hard” she continued, her voice soft but deliberate, “screaming your name over and over again”

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama TEN I grabbed his hand and with as much strength as I could muster, I pushed it away from my thigh. The sound of my underwear snapping back into place didn't go unnoticed as he chuckled darkly.

She yanked the shorts down and spread Mikayla open. “You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?” Mikayla nodded, biting her bottom lip, eyes wild. “Then let me give you what you need.” Rita kisses her hard, hungry, rough, teeth grazing lips. Mikayla moans into her mouth, hands tangling in Rita’s hair, pulling her closer, desperate. “I touched myself thinking about you,” Mikayla gasps as Rita lifts her leg, grinding against her thigh. “Twice.”

He mustered all his courage to retort, “My cock is not tiny.” #steamy #forbidenromance #alphafemale #seduction #omega #primaldesire #hardcore #agegap #olderwomanxyoungerman #surrender Always read tags. So you can skip if the themes are not to your taste. *** Maya groans softly. She rubs her thighs together as she stares at the full moon from her luxurious bed.

'Oh God Sandra, I'm coming. 'Yes,' she hissed, 'come inside me.' Her hand was working furiously beneath her and I could feel the movement through the walls of her rectum. My climax hit me and I cried out as wave after wave of utter pleasure crashed through me and I pumped my sperm into my lover's anus. As my orgasm subsided I started to gently withdraw. 'No,' said Sandra, urgently, 'stay inside me.' Then she was coming, feet beating against the bed, tears rolling down her cheeks: 'Oh God, oh God, oh God!'

she breathed, pushing her hips upward, fingers tangling in his hair as she ground against his mouth. “Feeling good?” Doris asked, amused. Elise nodded, eyes glassy, a breathless laugh slipping out. “Richard could never give you this,” Doris murmured as she spread her legs and began touching herself, aroused by the sight. Luca’s tongue worked faster, deeper, the pace relentless. The room tilted as pleasure coiled tighter inside Elise. “Yes…yes,” she cried, grinding harder, chasing the release building in her body. Across the room, Doris pushed her panties aside, rubbing herself with increasing urgency. Her head fell back, fingers clenched between her thighs.

His lips found the sensitive skin of my neck, sucking a mark right below my ear. “No one has to know,,” he whispered into my ear, his voice a low, vibrating sin. “Just a secret. Just once. I’m so hard for you right now, I can barely breathe.” He traced his tongue up to my earlobe, licking it slowly. I shivered, my head falling back. “Eva doesn’t have a single sex bone in her body,” he muttered, his hands sliding down to my waist. “She’s all career and wedding plans. She doesn’t look at me the way you do. She doesn’t make me feel like this.”

The group chat had been buzzing for weeks: six authors, all women in their late twenties to early thirties, finally coordinating an in-person meetup after years of online collaboration. They’d been workshopping an anthology of interconnected erotica stories—steamy, character-driven pieces that blurred lines between desire, power, and vulnerability. Zainab had been the quietest in the group, always thoughtful with her feedback, never flashy, but when the venue discussion stalled (hotels too expensive, coffee shops too public), she typed the offer without overthinking it.