Best Erotic Writers Novels & Stories

He looked up slowly, letting his storm-gray eyes drag over my body like a physical caress. “Lock the door,” he said quietly and my fingers trembled with excitement as I turned the lock. Adrian stood and rounded the desk, stopping just inches away. The scent of black coffee and warm male skin filled my senses. “You look sexy” he drawed with his gaze lingering on the swell of my breasts and the hem of my short skirt. “Good girl.” Good girl Aughhh those two words made my clit throb. He has no idea how those two words messes with my restraint.

“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.”

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

He set the glass down and crossed to me, stopping just close enough that I could smell his cologne dark, expensive, dangerously familiar. “Notebook?” he asked. I lifted the leather-bound book like a shield. My handwriting inside had grown filthier with every page he made me add. He took it from my hands, flipped it open to the newest entry, and read my words aloud in that low, commanding voice. “‘I vow to spread you open and taste how desperate you are for a man you shouldn’t want.’” My breath caught. I’d written it at 3 a.m. last night, fingers trembling, shame and arousal warring until I gave in and put it on paper.

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

Their voices stayed low and praising as the waves of pleasure left her boneless. Marcus took her next on the second lounger, turning her onto her hands and knees so he could enter her from behind while Elias knelt in front and let her suck him clean of the taste of her earlier release. The night air cooled the water still clinging to their skin, but the heat between them only climbed higher. Multiple finishes left her thoroughly used. First Elias spilled deep inside her while she was still on the lounger. Then Marcus followed minutes later after they had shifted her onto her back again. Finally both men brought themselves off once more across her breasts and stomach while she lay between the

he says. “I love you too. Good weather, bad weather, rain, sun, shine.” “You like to fuck more in inclement weather,” he says. I grin, lean over him to kiss him, grinding my hips until that first sunshine-yellow burst of pleasure sounds inside of me and I am coming, his fingers digging into my flesh. His teeth nip at my lower lip and make my orgasm that much brighter, that much sweeter. “True,” I say. “Maybe it’s the danger. Inclement weather turns me on. Almost as much as a clement man.”

Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that Travis and Jenna promised. The night was young, and she knew that the pleasures that lay ahead would be beyond anything she could have imagined. As Travis's lips met hers once more, Sadile felt herself being drawn into a world of sensation, a world where pleasure reigned supreme, and she was the willing participant, the eager student, ready to learn, ready to explore, ready to surrender to the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls, as the three of them moved in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm that spo

My wife had been a master of erotic living before domestication dulled her fire—and she still craved it. Anger and lust collided. i shifted closer to her dragging her towards me from where she laid still on the bed, oblivious of what was happening. Without a word, I bent her over, pinning her chest to the soft bed, ass high. I yanked her panties aside—if she wore any—and thrust into her pussy in one brutal motion. She gasped, then moaned deeply. I fucked her hard, then pulled out and pressed against her untouched ass—the virgin territory she’d always refused. She tensed, then relaxed, pushing back. I slid in slowly at first, then deeper, claiming her completely. She howled in ecstasy, body s

Once you were in the elevator you reached over and took her hand, grinning at her. Eric rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Rub it in," he said. "It's not like that," you said. "I know," he sighed. "I just- I can get hookups in the city relatively easily enough, right? But finding someone to date for longer than a random hookup or a night out is hard." "Well, what are you looking for?" Gemma asked. "I dunno. Beautiful. Humble. Respectful. Definitely not a slut," Eric said. "I don't care how much she makes, as long as she puts me first."