Ancient Roman Erotica Novels & Stories

“Oh. Oh no. You really have not had sex, have you?” “I already told you no!” I protested. “We have not,” Andre said curtly. “I see.” Roman sloshed his drink around in the glass. “Well then. Shall we return to discussing A Court of Thorns and Roses? I have opinions on the book’s views on feminism.” “Why would you think we had sex?” I asked. “Because of the wording of the contract,” Roman replied simply. “Joemar told me you discovered the loophole. And, to be quite frank, you and Andre have appeared quite fond of one-another since I returned today.”

Rae stood behind me, her hands on my breasts, her lips on my neck. “You’re so fucking sexy,” she murmured, biting my earlobe. “Fuck, Rae,” I gasped, grinding down on Julian, his cock hitting deep. “You too.” Julian groaned, his hands on my hips, guiding me faster. “You’re gonna make me lose it,” he said, his voice rough. Rae’s fingers slid to my clit, rubbing hard, her lips on mine. “Come with us,” she said, her voice desperate. “Now.”

Chapter 144 ANA Roman hooks a finger in the front of my bra lingerie, catching the edge of my bra and yanks them down. He pauses for a second, as he picked my up from the floor and places me against the wall. but then he hikes me higher against the wall and wraps his lips around my nipple. I practically sob at the sensation. His hot mouth. The way his tongue licks at my nipple while his teeth press into my soft flesh. A groan rumbles from Roman’s mouth to my skin, and I can’t stop my hips from rocking into Roman.

Roman understood the meaning behind her plea and enthusiastically granted Athena's unspoken request for more by sucking hard. When his fingertips brushed against the lacy thong she was wearing tonight, Athena let out a loud gasp while leaning back against the wall. "You are soaking," Roman muttered as he couldn't help but tease her, his fingers softly stroking her through the fabric. "Your pussy is so fucking wet, Love. I can't wait to fuck your sweet pussy while you scream my name." His lips slowly leave her breasts and return to her lips before drawing her into a passionate kiss. His words sent a wave of excitement through her core, making her but her lips. He then began to slide her pant

For the past few years, the most important quality Roman sought in a man was his performance in bed. Roman said, “No, I mean it. He has me trying things I have never done before.” I turned to face her and crossed my arms. “There can’t be anything that you haven’t done.” I’d never told her about my secret desires, my fantasies about ropes and whipping. I was curious, though. “Like what?” Roman said, “The first time we did it was pretty normal.” “Not sure what normal is for you . . .” When Roman and our friends went out together, she was the one who ended up with the guy. It never lasted, but that’s what she seemed to like about those flings.

I flailed for something to hold, grabbed the shower curtain then thought again because curtains cost money and anyway it wouldn’t have worked except as a metaphor for reck- less passion. So I braced myself as best I could, one hand on the slippery tiles, another on the tub edge. Steam enshrouded us carrying scents of cosmetics, visions of vanilla chiffon. Pale streaks of foam spiraled into the drain and vanished. His hands dug into my hips. In the midst of the vapor and wetness, his cock shored me up, enormous and substantial where I was soft and hidden. They wouldn’t show that in the movies. This wouldn’t even make a porno because it wasn’t camera friendly. Impossible to see our thrusting c

The gladiator, usually defined by his prowess in the arena, had now proven himself equally formidable in the dance of desire. Octavia, reveling in the echoes of their shared secret, whispered promises of future encounters. "You've given me a taste of something extraordinary, Alcides. I want to explore more of this forbidden realm with you." Her words hung in the air, weaving a tapestry of temptation around them. In the quietude of the chamber, where whispers of forbidden affairs mingled with the scent of passion, Alcides found himself navigating uncharted territories. Octavia's charms had ensnared him, and in the veiled dance of secrecy, he became a willing partner.

Elena pressed one finger inside me, slowly and carefully. “Oh… Fuck.” I moaned. “That’s it,” she murmured. “Let me in.” She added a second finger, stretching me further. The burn was sharp at first, then melted into something hot and overwhelming. Elena pumped her fingers slowly, twisting and curling, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. My cock leaked steadily onto the desk, my moans growing louder. “Oh fuck, Elena.” When she pulled her fingers out, I almost protested. Then I heard the soft sound of her stepping into something. I glanced back and saw the black strap-on she had taken from the drawer, the thick silicone cock. Elena coated it with more lube, her eyes locked on mine.

ARC 21 : SIREN’S FATAL EMBRACE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content including lesbian smut, fingering, squirting, tribbing/scissoring, oral worship, tail penetration (anal and vaginal), double penetration with tongue and tail, rough degradation, and intense orgasm control. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores raw and unrestrained desire. ------- Eli/Elara's POV The wind whipped across the deck of The Iron Kraken carrying the reek of unwashed men. I kept my head down with my shoulders hunched, trying to blend in

A thick streak of her cum dripped slowly from her still-twitching pussy lips onto the seat. Elodie looked at him with heavy-lidded, seductive eyes, voice a velvet purr. “What do you think, Mr. Ashford? Do you want to fuck?” Roman stared at her exposed, dripping cunt like a starving man. He rose from his seat, powerful body moving with predatory grace, and knelt before her on the limousine floor. His large hands gripped her spread thighs, spreading them even wider. “Fuck yes,” he whispered, voice raw with lust.