Anusha Erotic Novel Novels & Stories

Ashina chuckles as she unties the ends of her robe over her shoulders letting her gown fall to the ground. “You’re going to get punished, I guess it’s the opposite” he slammed her back against the wall, staring into her eyes. Ashina watched him trail kisses down her neck, to her nipples, and down to her crotch. “You’re wet by my words how thrilling” the last words she heard as she gasped, feeling Nathan’s tongue on her clit.

I was so close already, my walls clenching around his thick cock, when the office door suddenly burst open. A nerdy girl from our class, with glasses, messy bun, was clutching her assignment, as she stood over there frozen, her eyes wide with shock as she took in the sight of me bent over the desk with Professor Harlan’s cock buried deep inside my pussy.

I didn’t care. I slid my lace panties, pussy juice soaked, to the side and let my four saliva dipped fingers rub over my wet clit vigorously in motions only I could decide. As I followed through with the instructions that were given by the female lead in my audio erotica.

I knew I should say no, but with all my thinking transferred to my lower head, I nodded. Asha reached for the hem of her dress, hesitated a bit like she was debating whether she should really do this, then pulled it up slowly, exposing her skin inch by inch until the dress was completely off her. Her eyes never left mine, even as she tossed it on the couch, leaving her in a matching pair of underwear with a tiny bow on each. It was a normal pair of underwear, not meant to be sexy or anything, but at that moment, I thought that was the sexiest thing on earth.

Lila’s hands trembled as she stepped into the dimly lit luxury suite on the 28th floor. The city lights sparkled through floor-to-ceiling windows, but her focus was on the five men waiting for her. All tall, powerfully built, dark-skinned, and exuding raw confidence. They wore nothing but loose silk robes that did little to hide the heavy outlines of their cocks. This was it , her fantasy made real. At 29, married for six years to a man whose vanilla sex life had left her starving, Lila had finally said yes to the anonymous booking.

“It’s only the beginning… and next time I’m bending you over that table while the whole campus studies ten feet away.” The library slipped back into its quiet hush, but it felt brand new now… alive, dripping with memory, thick with the promise of every dirty, delicious discovery still to come. And as I walked her to the exit, her hand brushing mine one last time… fingers slick with the evidence of what we’d done… we both knew this was just the first chapter of the filthiest story these books had ever seen.

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.

Her cheeks burned red and she gripped the edge of the table. When her orgasm hit, it was powerful. Her pussy spasmed hard around my fingers, flooding them with warm wetness. She bit her lip so hard I thought she might draw blood, eyes squeezing shut as waves rolled through her. I kept fingering her through it, drawing out every tremor while pretending to reach for more wine. The risk, the secrecy, the way her body betrayed her for me; it all fed something dark and addictive inside my chest.

As she watched him being driven away, she knew that this was just the beginning of a complex and dangerous dance, one that would test the limits of her professionalism, her desire, and her very soul. This was the fourth criminal she was fucking and she knew she wasn't stopping anytime soon. These criminals are so hot and she wasn't ready to let go. Note: if you want more of Camila, you can request for it and I might create a book for that purpose.

Grabbing my pen, I start to scribble on my diary again. "He looked at me! He fucking looked at me and I am so wet already! Gosh! I just want him to dig his fingers into my pussy and finger fuck me to tears. I don't care that he's a shady man with a mysterious life, I just want to be fucked by him! Imagine what it would feel like to be naked under him, and to have those lips around my nipples, and then have his fingers stroking my clit until I can't breathe anymore." I don't realize that I am squeezing my thighs together as my scribbling turns into vivid images in my head.