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James stated. "Are you kidding? That's all she can think about that's why she can't stop writing. She basically writes graphically vivid sex scenes on her spare time." Claire pointed out. "Claire, you make it sound like I write porn." I stated. "You're a great writer but you write really good sex scenes. If you compile all the sex scenes you've written it'll be under erotica." She replied. "I write romance novels. Being intimate is part of the story. I just don’t' write about people having sex."

Neil only knows about the problems I faced after separating from my father, so it's quite uncomfortable for me to share my past with Aaron. "Aaron, my life is just like everyone else's. I became an erotic author because I was able to capture readers' attention so readily and because creating sexy books enabled me to make money quickly enough to meet my basic needs." I finished my response with a shrug of my shoulders. Since I didn't want to confide in him, I'll just give a brief overview of my journey to become an erotic novelist. "It's okay if you choose not to tell me, Sara. I know exactly why you find it hard to put your trust in me." He looked serious as he touched the rim of his coffee

Aiden the disgusting, the pervert, the freak and the demon possessed. “I abstained from sex and dating just because I couldn't beat being disowned by my own father, rejected and not wanted like that guy who fucked me. I could tell he was ashamed of me each time he called me slurs and humiliated me, laughing in my face,” I said. The warm tears that had gathered at the corners of my eyes began to fall fast, down my cheek, in a cascade. I could not hold it back anymore. “That was why I hid,” I said, my voice cracking on the last word. “I hid my body, I hid myself, erasing any single thing that would remind me of the time that I was called a seducer or a perverted slut by several people.”

Derick, who had no idea what I have just done. I touched my lips, then my neck, then lower—just once, through my skirt—and felt her breath catch. I grabbed my bag, got out of the car, and walked toward the apartment. I walked into the apartment still feeling Mr. Grant’s cum leak out of me with every step. Derick was on the couch in a t-shirt and sweatpants, scrolling on his phone. He looked up and smiled. “Hey, baby. Long day?” “Yeah.” I went straight to the shower, but I didn’t wash between my legs. I left his cum inside me on purpose. When I came out in just a towel, Derick was already hard. He pulled me onto the bed and kissed me like he always did—soft, familiar, safe.

In the not-so-distant future, in a world where technological advancements were at the forefront, there lived a brilliant scientist named Dr. Gabriel Westwood. Deep within the confines of his lab, he devoted his life to the creation of an extraordinary artificial intelligence, a woman-like entity named Aurora. Aurora was unlike any other AI ever conceived. With ethereal features, cascading waves of golden hair, and eyes that shimmered like starlight, she possessed an uncanny beauty that seemed almost otherworldly. Dr. Westwood had poured his heart and soul into her creation, endowing her with the ability to learn, think, and feel emotions.

My boyfriend is a piece of shit for cheating on me, I was so loyal to him, turned down a lot of guys for him. I have been sex-starved for a month now, even before I broke up with him. I touched myself a lot after the break up, but couldn’t still get that satisfaction I longed for. So I got myself a couple of sex toys, they were fast at making me hit orgasm, and making me cum. There wasn’t that intense pleasure you would get from a man, the touches, the gaze, and the voice. Even the moans from the man, how he gives you care and all of that. “I am cooked” I cried out, lying on my bed alone in my bedroom.

Disclaimer & Content Warning This novel is written under the pen name "Sasicha" and is classified as PWP (P**n Without Plot) with explicit erotic content. This novel is a dark, erotic reimagining of a classic fairy tale. It contains explicit graphic sexual content and dark themes that may be triggering for some readers. Reader discretion is strongly advised. It is strictly intended for mature audiences only (18+). Explicit Sexual Content. Dirty Talk. Dark Themes: Includes themes of obsession, dub-con (dubious consent), and power imbalance.

My best friend Jade and I have been having sex to avoid getting pregnant. We didn’t want to end up a trailer park cliché, pregnant teen. But we needed sex. So we had sex with each other. It's great, but I’ve always felt like it wasn’t enough. Like I need to have a cock in me. I’ve never had sex with a man, so I don’t know. I’m pondering all this as Jade and I french kiss, naked, our boobs smashing together as I lie on top of her. We’re both 18, we just graduated from high school a few weeks ago, the threat of pregnancy doesn’t seem so scary now. Maybe that’s why I’ve been contemplating fucking a man lately. I think about it to turn myself on as my fingers travel down Jade’s body to her pussy

Ryder wasn't just using his tongue, he was conducting a symphony of filth against her nerve endings. They were buried deep under the thick, weighted duvet, a private cavern that smelled of sweat, salt, and the heavy, metallic musk of her own relentless arousal. The heat was stifling, the oxygen thin, but Ruth-Ann didn't care. She felt like a goddess atop a throne of sin, her body vibrating with a raw, electric hunger that five hours of climaxing hadn't even begun to sate.

Charlotte woke to the slow, deliberate lash of a tongue against her clit. The sensation hit like a spark… sharp, electric and unexpected. Her body responded before her mind fully caught up: a soft gasp escaped her lips, hips lifting instinctively toward the source of pleasure. The tip of that same tongue flicked over the swollen bud repeatedly… teasing strokes that sent zinging sensations racing through her core, down her thighs and up her spine. Each flick was precise, maddening, designed to make her ache without mercy