Best Erotic Writing Novels & Stories

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.

"You think you can tell me to fuck off after I've spent all night making you scream my name? I don't think so, Wendy." He kept going until my ass was a bright, burning red, the stinging heat turning into a throbbing, erotic ache that pulsed in time with my clit. I was sobbing now, but they weren't sad tears—they were heavy, horny gasps. I wanted him to stop, and I wanted him to never let me go.

“And if someone walks in right now... they’ll see you like this. Bent over my desk, tits out, my fingers buried in your cunt.” The words hit her like a wave, the imagined scene, a colleague’s shocked face, the scandal, making her clench around him. She moaned louder, then clapped a hand over her mouth. Footsteps passed right outside the door. Her body tensed, orgasm building fast from the sheer adrenaline. He pulled his fingers free, replacing them with the blunt head of his cock. He rubbed it along her slit, teasing her entrance, coating himself in her arousal. “Beg for it,” he whispered, one hand still playing with her breast, twisting the nipple just right.

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She would worry about Jessica’s fury later if she were to find out. Their breathing became heavier as they approached climax, and the sounds of flesh slapping, punctuated by moans and groans, echoed in the tiny room. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, turning her on even more. Fireworks exploded in her as she hit her climax, her body shaking and her walls gripping him tight as she came. With one final thrust, his legs shook as he spilled his seed inside her, her inner walls convulsing as she milked him dry.

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.

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

He adjusted to the side giving me access to put my mouth around him, while Adrian grabbed my hips so he could fuck me himself. The pleasure was… insane. Who could have thought sex could be this good? When Adrian found my clit and began rubbing, the sensation began to build up like a flooded dam, simply waiting to break through. I gripped tighter on Lucas, my throat dry as shameless moans escaped. “Fuck, yes! Yes, I'm gonna come. I'm gonna… oh shit!!!” My voice trembled, my body not left out. Adrian held me, slowly pumping in and out as I rode the waves of yet another breathtaking orgasm.

I bring one hand forward and slide a single finger between my breasts, down my stomach, and then between my pussy lips, dropping my head back on a moan when it glides over my aroused nub. “Fuck, Mr. Walker.” I rub the bundle of nerves up and down, my juices giving me more than enough lube. I’m so fucking wet, I’m sure I’ll leave a wet spot on the counter. “I don’t want to leave town a virgin.” I circle the bit of flesh, round and round. My nipples are growing harder by the second, and my pussy is tightening, aching, and spasming. “Don’t you want me, Mr. Walker?”

Honestly, the only room in the house that was finished was the one he was using—the master bedroom. Behind the door, the girl continued to cry, and the sobs seemed to be amplified as they reached his ears. When he closed his eyes, his brain immediately found the memory of her flushed body tied to the bedpost - wide open, completely at his mercy. Eric sighed and straightened himself. Maybe he'll stop by the pub down the street and find an easygoing girl willing to help distract him from the girl behind the locked door. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed again as he strode across the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator door, he felt the cool moisture spread on his skin, so wonderful. Ever