Эротика Novels & Stories

Disclaimer: Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. Triggering themes. Lesbian content. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat that comes with it. Rated 18+ --- Priya Walsh was dreaming again. She could feel it even inside the dream, that specific awareness that sits at the back of your mind telling you this isn't real while everything happening in front of you feels more real than anything you experienced while you were awake. Brooklyn's hands were in her hair.

She shattered—her orgasm crashing through her with a moan so raw it made my heart pound. And I followed her right over the edge. She was trembling above me, her breath shallow, body slick with sweat, her hips barely rolling through the aftershocks. I gripped her tighter, still buried deep inside her, my chest rising and falling beneath hers. I was about to pull her down for another kiss when The voice snapped through the air like a whip. "What the hell, bitch?!" Sara froze. So did I. We both turned around to find a shocked and angry Layla staring back at us.

Not happening. I gave up instantly. If I was destined to die here, I might as well go out fulfilling my greatest wish— to turn this bleak world into one giant pleasure heaven. Doesn’t matter if it’s hot or cold—I’ll make it steamy. And honestly, even with his face hidden behind that swirling black mist, the boss’s broad shoulders, narrow waist, and deep, magnetic voice were dead giveaways. The guy was built. Lust makes cowards bold. So without thinking, I said, “I’ll take shortness of breath, trembling legs, glazed eyes, and… pleasure so intense I die from it.”

“Always.” Erotica 2.

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

“Look at the holy healer, fucking herself on my cock. You love it. You love being my corrupted little whore.” “Yes!” she screamed, the profanity feeling like a liberation. “I love it! I love your cock inside me!” Her orgasm built, a tidal wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. He felt it too, his control fraying. “Cum for me, Amara,” he commanded, his voice raw. “Cum all over my corrupting cock. Mark yourself as mine.”

Kara My fingers moved more urgently at his words, rubbing my clit faster, the wetness making them slick. The heat built rapidly between my legs as I stared at Thea bouncing confidently on Adam’s cock. Her moans filled the air, loud and unashamed, her full and sexy breasts jiggling with every slam of her hips as her nails dug into his chest for balance. The way she ground down on him, twisting, taking him all the way, made my own body throb with envy and desire.

She bucked against the bed, up and down, due to the movement of his hips smacking against her. He became brutal, dominating. He slid his hand between her cleavage, down to her throat, and held her there, completely arched, bent backward for him. Her breasts bounced as he fucked her relentlessly. Their movements became a sizzling, erotic dance of lust and desire that neither could control. He watched the sight before him: her smooth, glistening skin, her alluring, pointed breasts bouncing relentlessly as he moved brutally against her. God, it was so beautiful, he wanted more. It twisted his brain, making him uncontrollable.

Our clits rubbed together as she started scissoring, our hips rolling in a steady rhythm that sent sparks through both of us. Her dark skin glistened with sweat, and I felt every slick slide of her folds against mine. Belle broke the kiss just long enough to watch us, her face flushed at the sight then her lips crashed against mine with renewed vigor. Only stopping to tighten her hold on my neck and pepper kisses along my jawline and neck then going back to bite my lower lip and kiss the fuck out of me. Tasha's hands roamed my body, one squeezing my breast and pinching my nipple while she ground her pussy harder against mine. Our wetness mixed, making every movement slippery and sexy.