Best Erotic Authors Novels & Stories

He must be feeling the same because his hands knead harder, his kisses get more feverish, and I can feel his hardness start to poke against my ass. First Guy captures my lips in his again, threading his fingers in my hair. His kiss is heated and urgent, turning me on faster than anyone has ever done. I’m the only one naked while both are still dressed. I can feel my wetness increasing, and my body starts aching for some relief. The air gets hotter, and I can feel his cock poking my lower belly. I’m sandwiched between cocks, and the thought alone makes me almost come.

His hands were cold and calloused, adding to the electricity that was shooting through her body. Her body arched again, and loud moans escaped her lips. Killian continued to thrust, his groans matching the sound of his groin slapping against net pussy. Madison couldn't help but enjoy the way his big cock scratched the inside of her walls, stripping her of whatever innocence she had left. His dick touched her womb, she could feel it, the burning sensation made it even more enjoyable, and she couldn't get enough. She had no idea why she enjoyed that so much. She had no idea that being bound and fucked mercilessly was something that she would enjoy. And yet, there she was, moaning through the p

The writer's voice was breathless, excited, and incredibly erotic. "He turned as his gaze locked into mine, with an intensity that made my heart stutter. For a moment we both stood there like strangers, our hearts connected. Then he slowly moved closer and closed the distance between us." Pinky felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she imagined the scene. The writer's words painted a picture of a man who knew exactly what he wanted, and how to take it. "He reached out his hand, his fingers brushing my cheek with gentleness. Before I could even react, he pulled me into a deep and hungry kiss. His lips were firmly against mine, demanding, as if he had been waiting for a long time for this."

As a result, I was spending more and more time online reading erotic stories and looking at various websites. The sites I like most feature amateur and voyeur photos. There's just something about "the girl next door" that really gets me going. I'd much rather look at a real woman than some airbrushed, so-called "ideal." The idea that regular women are generous enough to take their clothes off so I can admire their beautiful bodies is an incredible turn-on for me. Unfortunately, Linda, my wife, doesn't always share my enthusiasm for surfing the web for p**n. Consequently, I have to sneak my viewing.

I want readers feel the story, not just read words. The story is also very adult, yes, maybe some people think it is too much. But for me, the erotic part is not only sex. Is feelings, is trust, is power, is danger and love together. I want readers to feel that Ria and Luca love each other, not only in kisses, but in body, in mind, in heart. Every moment of intimacy is story too, it show connection, it show how much they survive together, how much they trust each other. I hope readers feel that too.

I stammered. “I see.” He smirked and continued walking. “So what do you think of erotic books? Do they convey the messages purely like movies do? The expressions, the feelings… everything.” I gulped. “It all comes down to how good the writer is.” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I most times prefer to read erotic books instead of watching erotic movies. “Interesting,” he smiled. “We really do have a lot in common.” “Do you get the urge to do it when you read them?” he continued.

Clara Vale lived on the 12th floor of an old, rundown building in downtown São Paulo. At 32, she was the undisputed queen of bestselling erotic romances. Her books sold by the thousands: Fuck Me Until Dawn, where the protagonist was destroyed by a mafioso with a 23-centimeter cock; Fireman’s Dick — the irony of fate hitting hard now — and her most recent one, Emergency Orgasm, which had spent three straight weeks at the top of the charts.

Lira speaks. My eyes flutter between opening and closing as I try to stay conscious. “You’re incredible, baby. So responsive… so fucking delicious.” She slides down my body, kissing every inch—my cum-smeared lips, my throat, sucking marks onto my tits until I’m arching and whimpering. My body tingles, wanting more of her touch. This is unarguably the most alive I’ve been. And for a moment, I am glad that the book I’d found wasn’t some motivational book on how I needed to find my inner voice before I could find my outer one.

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

Liam’s mouth found my nipple as he sucked softly, his tongue flicking the sensitive peak. “You taste so good, Kara,” he mumbled, his hands sliding down to tug my shorts off, leaving me fully bare. “Open for me.” I obeyed, spreading my thighs as his fingers brushed my entrance, already wet. “Oh fuck, Liam,” I gasped, my hips twitching. “Touch me there.” Adam moved behind me, his hard cock pressing against my ass through his shredded pants. “You’re so hot like this, Kara,” he growled, biting my. “Bend over for me, let me feel you.”