Xxx Erotic Fiction Novels & Stories

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

I ran two fingers through her folds, coating them in her slickness, then pushed them inside without warning. “Fuck… so tight,” I groaned. “You’ve been saving this pussy for me, haven’t you?” “Yes… Dr Hale…” she whimpered, pushing back against my hand. I curled my fingers, stroking the spot that made her cry out. “Call me Marcus when my fingers are inside you.” “Marcus… please…” I added a third finger, stretching her while my thumb circled her swollen clit. She was dripping down my hands and the wet filthy sounds filled the library.

Tom fucked her with increasingly hard, forceful thrusts while Janice's fingers never relented in their skillful massage. Tom kissed his daughter, then kissed his wife, going back and forth until Brook's body was rocking with a series of hot orgasms. The clenching grip of the girl's incredibly tight pussy became more than he could withstand, and when Janice teased his asshole with a fingertip of her other hand, he exploded into his daughter's pussy with a dizzy gush of spurting cum.

The new angle made him hit even deeper. “Fuck yes,” he groaned, spanking my ass hard. “Look at this perfect ass bouncing on my cock. You’re mine now, Emma. Every summer night, every stolen minute—I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.” He reached around and rubbed my oversensitive clit again while pounding into me. Another orgasm built fast. I buried my face in the pillow, moaning and whimpering shamelessly. “Ahhh… too much… ooooh Alex… I’m gonna come again…”

Trigger Warnings This is dark erotic fiction. Contains explicit sexual content, hard BDSM, dubcon/noncon, extreme size difference, monster anatomy, breeding kink, physical violence, domestic abuse, emotional trauma, power imbalance, and degradation. Written in Third Person Limited POV. 18+ only. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Chapter 1 The Dragons’ Paid Pussy

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

His balls slapped my chin softly with each thrust, the wet sounds filling the room—slurping, sucking, my muffled whimpers. *This is so wrong,* I thought, pussy clenching hard around nothing. *Alex would kill me. But God, it feels so good.* Slick dripped down my thighs, my clit throbbing with every bob of my head. Damien's groans were low, ragged, his cock pulsing on my tongue like it had a heartbeat. He pulled out suddenly, cock shiny with my spit, strings of saliva connecting us. "Enough," he said, voice strained. "On the desk."

All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. This work is a piece of fictional erotic entertainment. Any sexual activity in real life should always involve clear consent from all parties. •••••• I hate my boss, Julien Moreau. Yes, I hate him.

That caused my eyebrows to raise and my cheeks to blush. "Well... If you like that mix, maybe 'Story of O' by Pauline Réage, 'The Lover' by Marguerite Duras, 'Tropic of Cancer' by Henry Miller, or 'Delta of Venus' by Anaïs Nin could be recommended," I suggested, my face burning. These were considered significant works of erotic literature, but at the same time, they were quite scandalous. "Did you enjoy them?" he asked with a slightly huskier voice. "I like forming my own opinions."