Anusha Erotic Novel Novels & Stories

"I read one Gor novel, too, which really isn't a romance novel." "No contemporary BDSM books, no how-tos, nothing like that?" Sam inquired. "No. That was pretty much it," I replied. "Did your wife have a safe word?" Brianna asked. "Yes. I figured there had to be some way for Julia to opt out of her slavery if the reality wasn't meeting her expectations," I answered. "With the exception of the John Norman Gor novel, all of the romances were by women authors? In none of the reverse harem books, the multiple men were ever upset or jealous at having to share their woman?" Sam asked again.

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Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.

My secret words and my filthy thoughts. Heat flooded my face. I suddenly wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. “I…I attached the wrong file,” I whispered, voice cracking. “It was never meant for anyone.” He stepped closer. Close enough that I felt the faint heat of his body. “Yet you described everything with such precision. The way my voice would sound against your ears, how my fingers would feel sliding underneath your skirt while you tried so desperately to maintain your composure.” His gaze dropped to my mouth, then lower, tracing the rapid rise of my chest. “Does writing those scenes excite you, Freya Laurent? Did your body respond while you imagined me fucking you in this very o

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

she screamed, her voice cracking with lust. I obliged, raining a series of hard, rhythmic slaps across her lush ass, the skin turning a deep, vibrant red. Each strike coincided with a deep, punishing thrust of my cock. I was no longer just making love; I was conquering them. I was the center of their universe, the only thing that mattered in this room of sweat and sin.

“Fill my fucking asshole!” He picked up the pace, his hips slapping against her cheeks, the sound wet and obscene. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as he plundered her. The dual sensations—the deep anal penetration and the indirect pressure on her swollen clit—coalesced into a rising wave of pleasure. She was moaning continuously, a stream of desperate, filthy encouragement. “Yes… harder… god, I can feel you in my guts…”

I tried hanging out with strangers but I always felt uncomfortable around them. It even got worse when I kept thinking about a guy who grabbed my ass at the bar during my last year in university. I wanted that feeling again. I wanted my ass to be grabbed and my pussy to flood without control, so I joined a sex chat group and I got paired with a mysterious man who didn’t show me his picture. He said he preferred a face-to-face meeting, so I’m here to see him. ********* Present day, 6pm. I adjusted my short black gown as I crossed my legs on the chair, waiting for the mysterious man. He had already seen my picture but he couldn’t show me his.

He shoved two fingers inside my pussy as he flickered his tongue on my clit, curling his fingers hard. Pressure started rising in my lower belly, faster than my body could react to. I don’t know what was wrong, I suddenly felt a gush of warmth fluid rush out of my pussy, pouring all over his face. “Arghhh fuckk” I moaned as it rushed out of me.

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.