Novel & Cerita Best Erotica Writers

I pull my cardigan tighter around me, trying not to look like a woman unraveling on her fourth glass of wine. “I don’t write sex, Chloe. I write romance without all the detailed intimacy, I write about repressed trauma, losing a loved one, mystery, horror even not two people who’ve never met each other dirty talking and moan— oh God.” She takes my wine glass and replaces it with her full one. “Exactly. You’ve built an empire off tragedy. I think your readers are ready to read something based on actual pleasure or erotic tension.” “Ew. Who even reads things like that?”

What the actual fuck? I looked into my locker to see a folded piece of paper. I unfolded it to find the words ‘Come to me’ neatly written on the paper. A feeling of Déjà vu washed over me. ‘Shameless bastard,’ I muttered to myself, chuckling. There were so many things at once. Deranged, debauched, sinful, yet very hot, attractive and alluring. This was turning to a sex game and I’m not ashamed to admit that I enjoyed every bit of it. What I liked most about it, was that he kept finding a new and sexier way to get my attention.

Sean took my right hand and planted kisses all over it , then he looked at me and said; "Hold it and feel it ,can you do that ? " . I was hesitant and he sensed it ,he slowly guided my hand down to his bulge and I gasped when I felt it . Sean's peni* was big ,erect and hard, really hard . "Now feel it " he told me. I felt it but stopped,too scared to continue. "Larissa,hold it and feel it like it's yours " Sean commanded. I did as he said and heard a moan escape his lips. Sean shifted my hand to the bed and gently inserted his tip into me,I felt a sharp pain and screamed.

Derick, who had no idea what I have just done. I touched my lips, then my neck, then lower—just once, through my skirt—and felt her breath catch. I grabbed my bag, got out of the car, and walked toward the apartment. I walked into the apartment still feeling Mr. Grant’s cum leak out of me with every step. Derick was on the couch in a t-shirt and sweatpants, scrolling on his phone. He looked up and smiled. “Hey, baby. Long day?” “Yeah.” I went straight to the shower, but I didn’t wash between my legs. I left his cum inside me on purpose. When I came out in just a towel, Derick was already hard. He pulled me onto the bed and kissed me like he always did—soft, familiar, safe.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

What followed was the longest, most intense, and filthiest night of Emma’s entire life. Adrian started by making her crawl across the office floor on all fours while he sat in his chair stroking his thick cock. He made her beg out loud for every inch. Then he fucked her on his desk, on the conference table, against the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, in his private bathroom, and even on the soft carpet in the middle of the room. He used all three of her holes repeatedly, filling her with load after load of hot cum, in her pussy, deep in her ass, and down her throat. He spanked her raw, called her every filthy name she had grown to crave (“my permanent office cumdump,” “boss’s

The elevator was packed enough that no one could see what was happening below waist level, but the risk made everything hotter. Lisa gripped the handrail, thighs shaking as he fucked her with deep, controlled pumps. Each thrust made wet, squelching sounds that only they could hear. “David’s desk is waiting for me… and now I’m going to be dripping your cum all over it.” Jax’s hand came around to rub her clit fast while he pounded into her. “Good. Let him smell me on you all day. Let him wonder why his perfect fiancée is walking around with a well-fucked pussy.”

“My after-class project. My desperate little slut who traded her dignity for a letter on a page.” His words were filth, and they poured over her like hot oil, searing her shame and transforming it into fuel. Her climax built with terrifying speed, coiling from the very brutality of his fucking. She was sobbing, pleading, begging for it, for him, for the oblivion he offered. “Please…” “Come for me, Elara,” he commanded, his own control fraying, his thrusts becoming wild, uncoordinated. “Come on your professor’s desk. Show me you accept your terms.”

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

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