Best Bodice Ripper Romances Novels & Stories

“Now, show me!” Ripley rolled her eyes and began undressing. Fuck… That was fucking hot. I didn’t think Ripley was the kind to wear something like this, but fuck, did it look good. It was a bodysuit, similar to a swimsuit in style but a million times hotter, made of lace. None of the important bits were covered; everything was visible, yet covered by a thin layer of lace. “Too bad, I will have to take it off,” I bit my lip, wondering if I could tear it off after having some fun.

“But the blackmailer is real. We need to deal with that later.” I moaned softly into his kiss, legs spreading for him. “Right now… just fuck me quick before they come looking.” He spun me around, bent me over the counter, and thrust in deep in one stroke. “Take it quietly,” he whispered, pounding into me hard. “Brady and Sophia are still here.” I pushed back against him, moaning low. “Harder, Alexander. I need you.” He railed me fast, one hand over my mouth, the other rubbing my clit. “This pussy is mine. Not Brady’s. Not anyone’s.”

She likes it when he is rough on her. Rome's gaze was drawn to her clothes when their lips separated again. He yanked her clothing down quickly, although it was clear that he was trying hard not to rip it. Rome was impatient, so she anticipated him to ruin her clothes, as he always did when they made love. Fortunately, Rome appeared to have known she had no spare garments in case he wrecked her clothes. After removing her garments, Rome claimed her lips again while his two palms fondled her breasts. Then Rome kissed her on the neck from her lips. He kissed, lapped, and sucked every part of her neck that would leave a mark, and Channy's breathing sped when Rome's fingers began to play with he

She quivered beneath my touch, a whimper escaping her lips. In my dream, the act of BDSM was a dance of power and passion, a ritual that bound us together in a way that transcended the mundane. My cock, thick and hard, strained against the fabric of my pants, begging for release as I approached the bed where Elysia lay. She watched me with a mix of excitement and trepidation, her breaths coming quicker as I stood over her, the crop still in my hand.

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I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

Her eyes dragged over him, and she pressed her lips together as if it would save her from the tingles spreading through her body at the sight of him. standing at the edge of a grand parlor, backlit by floor-to-ceiling windows. The sunlight hit the dark glass in his hand and cast a warm amber glow over his knuckles. He was dressed like sin, in black slacks and a shirt undone at the collar, like the rules didn’t apply to him. Her hands curled into fists at her sides. “You bastard.” God, he looked even better than she remembered. Like a Roman statue brought to life. All cut lines and sharp jaw, dark stubble and darker eyes. The kind of man women didn’t walk away from. The kind who made you forg

Tom said hurriedly, and I could tell that he was nervous. And why wouldn’t he be? Rip wasn’t exactly a small guy. He looked like he could remove someone’s head as well as every other limb. Especially right at this moment as he narrowed his eyes on me. But it didn’t have the desired effect on me. I knew that he wanted it to scare me, but all it did was slightly arouse me. Fuck! Why was I picturing him throwing me over his shoulder and spanking my ass as he carried me to bed? And then after someone explained that to me, maybe they could also explain why I wanted him to tell me that I was a naughty girl and needed to be punished. It was right then and there that it hit me that I might be readin

He is determined to have her by all means. He even had to get his father involved but so what? “Want a head boss?” Cordelia appeared behind her boss, slowly and seductively rubbing his back. Tiptoeing a little, she nibbled at his ear, then kissed his neck. Moving slowly to the front, she rubbed his chest, using a finger to make small circles, her expr ession soft, cute and naughty. Then she starts going down, down to his pants zipper.

We reached my place and he waved goodbye. I still have not seen nor heard from Alfred in the next few days and I was really concerned. A welcome distraction came in the form of the gown which I got from Bree. It was a very nice, pale lavender satin princess gown with off-shoulder lace trimmings. I called up both Lance and Izzie to tell them about my gown. Both were very excited for me. I tried calling up Alfred but the line was busy. I went to bed a bit downhearted.