Affair Erotica Novels & Stories

Luckily, we had a firepit going. “Have I ever done…what?” He was quiet for a moment. When he spoke again, I could barely hear him. “Have you had—sex?” I sat up on my elbows and looked down at him. He had his arm over his face and I couldn’t see in his eyes. He had let his dark hair grow long and it was fanned out on his pillow. “Wait, what?” “Sex, Cath. Have you had sex?” My eyes widened and I could feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment. Thank God his eyes were closed. “Um, no. I haven’t. Have you?”

My skirt is hiked up to my waist, my legs spread out wide as I lean back on my elbows, my pussy weeping for his touch. “So wet and so creamy just for me. Is that right Bethany?” he asked with a deep, dark West African accent that only emphasized on the torture he was just about to unleash on me. “Yes, yes!” I breathed, biting the bottom of my lip to keep myself from moaning. Atiza drops to his knees between my thighs. He doesn't hesitate; he dives in, his mouth immediately finding my clit with a precision that makes my knees buckle.

Her boss Cindy Montreal is a classy and sophisticated lady but sometimes she is childish and plans evil things for her enemy. Cindy Montreal is a famous author under the pen name of aphrodisiacs. She is writing hot steamy romance but she is known for her thrilling stories that are full of killing. And she is also the heir of her mother's hotels and lands as the only daughter of her parents. " Madam. What do you want me to do when we get there?" Herriot asked. Cindy just smiled at Herriot as she put her index finger on her lips as she was signing Herriot to quiet.

I like that I had someone to call DAD. “I have news, my girl,” he said, sitting on the bed beside me. My eyes lit up, and I watched him, waiting. “I found the connection you were looking for,” he said, and I nodded enthusiastically. “It seems affairs are quite rife here.” he shook his head, and those words startled me even though I tried to maintain a calm composure. The kiss I had shared with Blaine could not be considered an affair, right? We were both in the process of getting a divorce from our spouses.

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

Christine fell face flat on the lawn as the sprinkler turned on making her dress wet. “Fuck!!!” she mumbled standing to her feet as she tried dusted off the mud on her dress but that only made it worse. To think she had planned to return the dress back to the store for refund. She couldn’t believe how cheap and miserable her life was. Looking up at the window she had fallen from, Christine could see Daniel kissing an old lady. The woman looked like she was in her late sixties. That was when it hit her, Daniel wasn’t rich, he was gigolo, a gold digger. He married the old lady for her money and went around looking for younger girls to satisfy him.

"My beloved little fairy, Will you wear this saree once and come to me? Are you afraid? Then don't be. I won't do much. I will just leave a little touch on your forehead. What are you thinking? Can your soft body bear my touch or will it melt under the small hold? And yes, the tiny black mole on your chest..... Keep it hidden. It drives me insane. I can't hold my urge to love it. Will you remember it?" Nandini's throat went dry after reading the note. She felt an unbearable pain in her heart. That day Manik said the truth..... He had a girlfriend. He loved someone else. They were not just in love, their relationship had gone ahead a lot. The words in this note were a clear indication to that

Melody looked at Zach dotingly like a woman in love. Zach sure had his way with words. He could easily console Melody with just a few words. I did not listen to the rest of their conversation. My mind was only engrossed in one thing. No wonder Brandon did not like me—he was Melody's husband. I had to give it to Melody. She had an affair right under Brandon's nose, even when they worked together. I wondered what had happened to Brandon after my death in my past life. Then, an idea came to me. I was delighted.

The box falls from my hands, hitting the floor with a dull thud, forgotten. He breaks the kiss only to lift me, his hands strong under my hips. He carries me the few steps to the large leather couch and lays me down on it, his body following mine, caging me in. “This doesn’t change anything,” I breathe out, the words ragged. My body is already betraying me, a deep, aching burn of arousal spreading through my thighs and core.

“Gonna cum! Gonna breed this dorm slut!” “Do it,” Sam hissed in her ear, his own thrusts into her ass growing sharper. “Paint her walls. Let me feel it.” His words were the final trigger. With a roar, the first man emptied himself inside her, hot jets of cum flooding her depths, his cock pulsing wildly. The sensation, combined with Sam pounding her ass and the frantic fucking of her mouth, threw Clarissa over an edge she didn’t know existed. Her body seized, a silent, convulsing orgasm tearing through her, milking the cock in her pussy and clamping down on the one in her ass.