Novel & Cerita Best Erotic Authors

"The writer who wrote this book is anonymous, her pseudonym is Madame Louis. The cover, based on a recipe book, is discreet and is a hit with women!" "While the husbands think their wives are studying to cook something, they are actually falling in love with Diego," Andrea said. I remembered the first time I read the "Silk Ladies" series. I was in college and my roommate suggested I read "The Women," and since then I fell in love with that erotic book. I've been following the series ever since. "Wow," Lorenzo murmured after a while. "Is that all?" "Yes Lorenzo, normal sex is simple and if done right it will become even more pleasurable. You can even innovate by lightly introducing your sadom

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

When he pressed against my back, I felt something cool and smooth against my inner thigh, the spine of a book. “Lady Chatterley’s Lover,” he said softly, voice dripping with dark amusement. “One of my favorites for nights like this.” He dragged the edge of the closed book slowly along my soaked pussy, the leather teasing my swollen clit. I whimpered, pushing back, but he held me still. “Patience,” he chided. “We’re going to use literature properly tonight.” He set the book aside and replaced it with his cock, rubbing the thick head through my folds, mixing our juices. Then he thrust in deep from behind, making the ladder shake slightly.

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.

I flipped to the page, voice unsteady. “I vow… to let you use my body whenever you want… even if it means I’m still dripping with your cum when I meet your fiancée.” The words had felt filthy when I wrote them. Hearing them aloud while Lucas’s tongue worked me was devastating. He rewarded me by sliding two thick fingers inside me, curling them against that spot that made my vision spark. His mouth never stopped licking, sucking, devouring me like I was the only thing he wanted in the world.

One hand gripped the back of my neck, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin behind my ear, while the other held my hand, his lips brushing my palm. "Your friends are quite lively," Preston said to the room, his eyes never leaving mine. "They're a handful," I gasped, my hips shifting instinctively against him. Every time I moved, the vibrator in my thong pressed harder against my clit. I was getting so horny it was becoming a physical ache. "I like them," Preston said, smiling at Darla. "They have spirit. Not like the dry, boring socialites I usually deal with." "See? He gets it!" Darla toasted him with her glass.

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

Our mouths met again, messy and desperate, as our bodies moved together. “That’s it, sweet mate. Touch what’s yours.” The words pushed me closer. The pressure coiled tighter with every deep thrust. He suddenly flipped me onto my hands and knees, pinning my wrists to the bed. The new angle made him feel even bigger. I could barely think — only feel him driving into me, filling every part of me. “Come for me again,” he ordered, voice rough. One hand slipped between my legs, rubbing tight circles over my clit. “You’re doing so well. Taking everything I give you.”

“I’m the boss’s late-night whore… the one who begs to get her pussy destroyed instead of working… the slut who wants to be left leaking and used…” He kept her right on the edge for what felt like forever, slowing just enough when she got close, then slamming hard again the second she calmed. Her body shook. Sweat slicked her skin. The clock crawled past midnight, then one, then two. He moved her again, this time onto the floor on all fours. He knelt behind her, grabbed a fistful of hair, and drove back in deep. The new angle made her cry out high and raw. He pounded her without mercy, hips snapping fast, the sound filthy and wet.