Amora Jones
Bio
Hello, my name is Amora Jones. I'm an erotica writer who loves leather jackets, ropes, and fairytales. At night when I'm alone, I write steamy kinky sex scenes.
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Stories (56/0)
Submissive Little Cam Slut 2
"We need to talk." Eric looked at Julia standing on his doorstep, her arms crossed over her chest. Eric couldn't meet her gaze. It had been a month since he had watched her masturbate on camera. Ever since then, he had avoided her. He couldn't get the visuals of her naked on her bed, spanking herself for the pleasure of her viewers out of his head. But now she was here on his doorstep and he couldn't avoid her any longer. He moved aside to let her in.
By Amora Jones3 years ago in Filthy
Dagon's Story 2
Dagon came back to the sunken ship with some supplies. He had stolen a box of food from a merchant ship when they weren't looking, along with a blanket left out to dry on the deck of the ship. He transformed back into a human as soon as he was inside the protective barrier, casting an illusion of pants as well. The need for humans to wear clothes was comical to him. But he didn't want to scare Violet any more than she already was. He needed her as much as she needed him. So, it would be best if they got along.
By Amora Jones3 years ago in Filthy
Deal with the Sea Devil
For weeks after my birthday, all I could do was lounge around on the bottom of the sea, thinking about my prince. He was unlike anything I had ever heard about humans. He had been so gentle with me, even as he shoved his cock inside my pussy. His hands and mouth had given me unbelievable pleasure.
By Amora Jones3 years ago in Filthy
Blackmailing the Maid 2
What the hell was he doing? Damien stared down at his maid as she lay naked in his bed, her stomach covered in his cum. Her eyes were dazed, her hair a tangled halo around her head. She had enjoyed herself, there was no denying that. But did that really make blackmailing her into his bed okay?
By Amora Jones3 years ago in Filthy
Taking the Virgin Fairy
The smell of freshly cut grass permeated the meadow as Lily breathed in the scent, smiling. Many of the older fairies hated it, reminiscing about the times where meadows grew wild, before humans moved in and started bending nature to their will. Humans were dangerous. If they knew about fairies, they would slaughter them. But Lily enjoyed watching them all the same. Despite being a fairy, she found beauty in how they tended to gardens and kept grass soft and green instead of letting it grow into wild, tall stalks.
By Amora Jones4 years ago in Filthy
The Naughty Virgin
Charlotte studied her face in the mirror. She was 18 years old and she never wore makeup before today. It felt weird and unnatural and the eyeshadow itched a little, but she liked how the blush made her cheeks look flushed with happiness, how her eyes seem to glow. Her lips were red instead of their usual pale pink. She smiled and checked again to make sure she didn't have lipstick on her teeth.
By Amora Jones4 years ago in Filthy