Best Erotic Writers Novels & Stories

My head spun and I shuddered, pussy flaming wet-hot as the rest of me. Kim pistoned his glistening cock in Jang mi’s gripping pussy, muscles standing out in stark, mouth-watering relief on his legs and arms and back. Jang mi held on to the man’s neck, bouncing her bum on his thrusting pole, swarming her tongue into his mouth, her body and breasts rocking in rhythm to Kim’s pounding cock. I anxiously kneaded my soft, sensitive tit-flesh, rubbing and rubbing and rubbing my button. I thrust a hand out the curtain and scooped up more rainwater, flinging it on my pussy and chest, oiling my erotic actions. I pinched a nipple so hard I thought it would burst, me along with it.

Neil only knows about the problems I faced after separating from my father, so it's quite uncomfortable for me to share my past with Aaron. "Aaron, my life is just like everyone else's. I became an erotic author because I was able to capture readers' attention so readily and because creating sexy books enabled me to make money quickly enough to meet my basic needs." I finished my response with a shrug of my shoulders. Since I didn't want to confide in him, I'll just give a brief overview of my journey to become an erotic novelist. "It's okay if you choose not to tell me, Sara. I know exactly why you find it hard to put your trust in me." He looked serious as he touched the rim of his coffee

Layla let out a fresh moan, her voice raspy and tired but full of desire. They spent the next hour exploring every part of her, moving from the sofa to the soft rug on the floor. Her breasts were squeezed and kissed until they were flushed red, and her thighs were bruised from the grip of their hands. She felt like a queen in the middle of her own private storm. Every time one man finished, another was ready to take his place, keeping the fire burning bright. By the time the lights in the club started to dim and the morning was close, Layla was completely spent. She lay on the floor, her hair a mess and her body glowing with the remnants of their passion. The three men sat around her, lookin

My thighs pressed together on instinct, but it was already too late. A slick rush of wetness flooded my panties, hot and sudden, soaking the delicate lace until it clung to my swollen fold. My clit pulsed hard, as if his voice had whispered the command straight against my skin. God. I was dripping. Just from an email. Just from the knowledge that the most explicit thing I’d ever written...forty-three pages of raw, shameless fantasy...was now sitting in his inbox. I had submitted the wrong file. On Monday night I’d been running on cold coffee and three hours of sleep, watching a course submission portal count down the last two minutes before the deadline.

He rubs and slips his fingers back in, teasing me beyond my limit. If sin feels this good, I will gladly own hell. The feeling of his dick pressing into my pussy feels so good! Half way in, he slips his hand in my belly and pulls me closer as he rams his dick in. Up and down my body, rubbing my breasts, he fucks me till all I think about is him. His cock. His touch. His wet kisses along my body… And fuck, his erotic words. “That's my dripping doll.” He slams harder, busting my cookie jar as I squirt and drip, oozing every juice in me.

The most erotic sight I'd ever seen. I held her close, rocking my hips slowly while she came down from her high. I could feel her pussy pulsing around me like a little heart ㅡ so fucking cute. I kissed her neck softly while I thrusted deeply into her again. "Such a good girl..." I whispered against her skin.

“This was the best I could find if we want to start with erotica again this evening. Well-made, female-oriented erotic movies are few and far between. This is a series of short films, so each is just a half hour. That would leave us more time, which might be smart if we want to practice with the vibrator before we move on to intercourse.” Nodding absently, I studied the DVD cover. “Is this as good as the one last week?” “Not quite. It’s good made for women and not tacky. But the stories are not as well written. It’s the best I could find with business-type male leads. Manual laborers tend to be more popular painters, carpenters, pool boys, you know.” I sneered faintly at that inexplicable fa

Then I’d stand, bend her over the railing, and thrust into her from behind, her cries echoing across the water as I claimed what’s always been mine. Elena’s breathing grew ragged. She hiked her dress higher, fingers slipping beneath the damp cotton of her panties. Her clit was swollen, slick with arousal. She circled it slowly as she turned pages, lost in Victor’s raw confessions. Last night I wrote her name while I came. Elena. Elena. Elena. If she ever returns, I won’t hold back. I’ll lock the doors, strip her bare, and spend days teaching her body every filthy pleasure. Spreading her ass cheeks and rimming her tight little hole while she fingers herself. Making her watch in the mirror as

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.

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.