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)
Evan's Submission
Evan hadn't seen Claire since high school and yet there she was, standing in front of him in the grocery store. She looks as sexy as ever in her tight blue jeans and low cut t-shirt. Evan tried to turn around and leave without her seeing him. He had never been brave enouch to talk to her in high school because she was so out of his league and nothing had changed. But his luck must really suck because before he ducked out of there, she saw him. "Evan!" she shouted, waving at him. "It that you?"
By Amora Jones5 years ago in Filthy
Taken By the Biker Gang 3:
I was in the living room, standing in front of a small crowd of men sitting on couches and armchairs in front of me. My arms were bound tightly behind my back, leaving my bare chest completely exposed to the hungry eyes roaming over my body. I stared back at them, just as aroused and wishing one of them would come forward and touch me. Fuck me. But none of them would dare disobey Liam, who had ordered them to only look while he toyed with me.
By Amora Jones5 years ago in Filthy
Submissive Little Cam Slut
Eric checked himself in the mirror yet again. He was getting some lunch, to catch up with his old friend, Julia. He had known her since high school, and had been in love with her for just as long. Even though they were just friends, and nothing more—Julia had certainly never thought of him that way—butterflies still rose in his stomach at the thought of seeing her.
By Amora Jones5 years ago in Filthy
Taken by the Biker Gang (Pt. 3)
After leaving the gas station, we left the town behind us, heading down a back road into the middle of nowhere in the woods. I gasped when we pulled up to a huge house, at least six bedroom windows, maybe more. It wasn’t much to look at with a rough wood facade and dirty windows that made it look abandoned, but on closer inspection, I could see small security cameras planted in trees, monitoring the entire perimeter of the property. I didn’t know what exactly I had been expecting, but definitely not this.
By Amora Jones5 years ago in Filthy
Taken by the Biker Gang 2: Initiation (Pt. 3)
Liam gathered me up into his arms and took me upstairs. I buried my face in his neck, hiding myself from seeing the gazes of his men. I didn’t look up until I felt soft, cotton sheets beneath me. I was in a bedroom slightly less spartan than Tony’s. But there were no pictures or any personal touches to be seen. Just a bed, a nightstand, and some drawers that was probably for clothes. “Doesn’t it feel sad, not having any pictures or items for sentimentality?” I asked.
By Amora Jones5 years ago in Filthy
Taken by the Biker Gang 2: Initiation (Pt. 2)
He escorted me downstairs where several people were around. I didn’t recognize anyone from the night before. All of them were guys. Tony introduced me to them, but I couldn’t remember any names. They grinned at me and patted my ass in greeting. I didn’t mind as much as I thought I would.
By Amora Jones5 years ago in Filthy