Erotic Stories

"He made me wait, and the anticipation sent a wave of desire through my sex, the wetness covering me. With his left hand, I felt him start to undo his pants as his right went to my clitoris and stroked it with the same gentle motion. I needed him then, I was ready, there was no need for anything more. I felt his cock come out and press against the flesh of my butt, a hot hard organ with a need of its own."

"He was torturing me. My insides churned, my nipples were rock hard and my pussy had been transformed into a deep, wet, fragrant pool into which I wanted him to plunge, forcefully and immediately. My brain was swimming with uncertainty. How could I possibly know which card to pick? Each thing he did to me was enormously erotic but it was the clit stroking that had gripped me, twisted me and forced me into pre-orgasmic fits."

"At times I’ve been known to wake the neighbors and get a cramp in both wrists. One holding the book a loft of my tiny, tight stomach while the other plucks at my clit. When there is a whole book to be had I find it’s better to take my time searching every orifice that’s within my realm. An uninhibited exploration worthy of any erotic heroine from along my tan thighs to my hips valley. I can feel the pulsation of need with every page turn. I’ve learned to fuck myself without pause as a thick cock or strap-on is rammed into a character that just didn’t see it coming."

"If the men were bothered by her suggestive behaviour, they didn’t show it. The three of them bounced to the music, bodies bumping and grinding against one another, hands groping and squeezing. The guys had obviously realised that a threesome was on the cards, and Blake’s hands had dipped between Jolene’s legs and were caressing her pussy through the fabric of her skirt. Meanwhile, Pete was busying himself with her breasts."