Classic Erotic Literature Novels & Stories

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.

He slid the book across the desk toward me. “Read.” I glanced down. The title was unfamiliar. But the image on the cover made my throat dry. A woman on her knees, blindfolded, arms behind her back. Submission. Captivity. Pleasure. “I—what is this?” “A test.” I hesitated, then opened the book. I started reading. It was graphic from the start. No gentle build-up. Just hot skin, whispered commands, legs spread, lips parted, wet tongues, whimpers, begging. The words tasted strange in my mouth. Heavy. Vulgar. But I read them anyway.

Lucas barely lets me through the door before he’s on me. He pushes me against the wall, kissing me hard, hands roaming everywhere. “Tell me one of your filthy little secrets,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Something you’ve touched yourself thinking about but were too ashamed to say.” My face burns, but the desperation wins. “Ice,” I whisper. “I read about someone using ice cubes on a girl’s nipples and clit while they fucked her. I want to feel that. I want it to hurt a little.” Lucas’s eyes darken with pure lust.

I found the experience highly erotic and my penis rose to full strength as she dabbed at my balls and my buttocks. Taking her hand I led her to the bedroom and we kissed before getting onto the bed. 'I want to touch you,' she said, and I rolled onto my back as she knelt over me. She reached out and circled my shaft with her long, slim, red-tipped fingers. Her touch was exquisite: gently stroking with one hand, using the thumb of her other hand to spread the sticky fluid leaking from me around the purple, engorged head of my cock. As I watched she lifted the thumb to her mouth and licked the secretions from it. 'Is that alright? Am I doing it right?' she asked softly. I gulped and nodded and

Some of it was just nasty and degraded all involved, others had looked exciting, sensual, and some of it had seemed hedonistic. Some of it, well some of it was obviously the result of people losing all control and had seemed wildly erotic. Id gone through lists: lesbian sex, straight sex, orgies, doms and subs; classic porn and new porn, some even labeled ladies porn, meant for the discerning woman. Id watched it all, and Id found a lot of it intriguing, but maybe not for me. I always went back to one category, no matter what, though.

“All four of you… filling this greedy hole already…” Desmond’s free hand cracked across her ass, hard enough to leave a red print. “Listen to this slut. Begging while she’s already stuffed with our fingers.” Eric pinched one of her nipples and twisted, making her cry out. “She’s dripping down our wrists. Fucking soaked.” Ryan slapped her other tit, then gripped it roughly. “You woke up leaking Leo’s cum, and now you’re back for more. What a perfect little whore.” Leo’s fingers curled hardest inside her, pressing against that spot that made her thighs shake. “Come on their fingers first. Soak us. Then we fill you properly.”

He couldn't form a coherent sentence, his head tossing back against the sofa as his body shuddered from the sheer pleasure I was giving him. His cock throbbed, getting hotter and thicker as he reached his breaking point. “Ciara…fuck…haaa!” Just as he erupted, I pulled back, grabbing his shaft and pointing it directly at my chest. The hot, thick streams of semen splattered heavily across my bare breasts and slightly across my chin. He sighed in absolute, crushing relief. “Ciara, academics is clearly just a convenient hiding place for all this slutty behavior.” He reached down between my knees, his fingers easily found my pussy, which was completely soaked and devastated.

Mom supported me, not because she understood, but because she loved me and wanted me to be happy. I stood up and walked around the library, feeling a little restless. They had all of the classics, and some of them looked as though they were expensive copies. Other authors that I regularly read, such as James Patterson and Dean Koontz were on the shelves. They even had some of my female favorites, such as Lisa Jackson, Lisa Gardner and Heather Graham Pozzessere. Then I wondered down to another section where I found some more provocative books. They had a lot of erotica books. One huge volume stood out: The Kama Sutra.

I sipped wine, thighs slick under the table, clit a constant throb. Evening wound down; baths called after the day's sweat. Manor's en-suites were pure luxury—clawfoot tubs big as beds, brass taps spewing steaming water scented with lavender oil. I ran it deep, bubbles foaming thick, stripping slow in front of the full-length mirror. Crop top peeled off, tits bouncing free—heavy, pale orbs with rosy areolas, nipples stiff peaks from arousal. Skirt dropped, thong last: peeled from soaked lips, string coated in creamy slick. Stepped in naked, shaved pussy gleaming—lips plump and pink, clit hooded but peeking, inner folds glistening. Sighed as heat enveloped me to my neck, bubbles parting aroun

I flipped to the page, voice unsteady. “I vow… to let you use my body whenever you want… even if it means I’m still dripping with your cum when I meet your fiancée.” The words had felt filthy when I wrote them. Hearing them aloud while Lucas’s tongue worked me was devastating. He rewarded me by sliding two thick fingers inside me, curling them against that spot that made my vision spark. His mouth never stopped licking, sucking, devouring me like I was the only thing he wanted in the world.