Eerotic Novels & Stories

“So you want to torture me?” I asked, my voice already weak and quiet. “I like to call that edging,” he said. “Sounds less torture-y.” He chuckled once again, but I was already lost to the pleasure that was building in my body. My right hand was rubbing my clit slowly, while my left one had gone to my breasts and was squeezing them, pinching my nipples from time to time. “Your body was made to be painted like that,” he commented, his words hitting me right at the core.

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

“What's wrong, love?” “Baby, I'm really horny. Let's have sex.” I whispered, straddling his lap as I placed a quick kiss to his lips. At first, Leander just stared at me bewildered, then he chuckled. “I thought something really bad was happening to you.” “This is really bad.” I breathed against his neck, sucking on it as I rocked my hips against him. Leander's hands flew to my thighs, grabbing them. His face lowered to my breast, and he pulled one of my nipples into his mouth.

sloppy, continuous, unbroken. Nathan’s hand settled on the back of her head. Ellie didn’t slow down. She sucked harder, cheeks hollowed, drool running down her chin and dripping onto her chest. The cock was slick and shiny with her spit; every bob of her head made soft, filthy noises. She stroked the base with one hand while her mouth stayed busy, twisting slightly, never letting the wet seal break for long. Nathan groaned above her. Ellie only went messier, letting more saliva spill, coating him completely as she kept sucking.

Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs. Professor Kane pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop. He stroked himself fast, aiming at her open lips. “I’m close.” Sara kept her mouth open and tongue out, looking up at him. A few more strokes and he came with a deep groan. Thick ropes of cum landed on her tongue and across her lips. Some dripped down to her chin. The taste was bitter and salty, but she swallowed what landed in her mouth, then licked her lips clean.

The pressure built fast. "Are you going to come for me like a good pet?" she asked. "Yes, Mistress! Please!" She sped up her hand. The leather glove slid easily over his wet skin. Theo felt the orgasm rush closer. His muscles locked. The chains rattled as he strained. Siren did not stop this time. She kept the rhythm steady and strong. Theo came hard. His cock pulsed in her grip. Thick ropes of cum shot out onto the stage floor. He groaned deep in his throat. The release shook his whole body. Siren milked every drop, stroking through the spasms until he was empty and sensitive.

"I want... to be owned by you... as I have owned you. I want to feel the poison... of your skin... until there is nothing left of the Moretti name. Just... us." He grabbed her waist, his fingers bruising her skin, his strength a flickering, dying candle that refused to go out. He pulled her down, his mouth crashing against hers. The kiss tasted of salt, fever, and a desperate, terminal hunger. This was the "Explicit Erotic Romance" at its most visceral—a union occurring at the edge of the abyss.

Lira’s hand tangles in my hair as she yanks my head down while the monstrous cock keeps growing, getting so big that I know I can’t possibly take all that length. The cock slaps heavy and hot against my cheek with a wet thwack. It’s huge—thicker than my wrist, veined like twisted ropes under velvet-smooth violet skin, the fat purple head already leaking a steady stream of precum that stretches in shiny strings from my skin to the slit, begging me to lick it off. The musky scent hits me hard, sweet and arousing, making my empty cunt clench around nothing. “Open that pretty whore mouth, Skyler.” Lira purrs, voice low and rough.

The wet sound of skin against skin was obscene, echoing in the quiet room, and it made my knees tremble. "Ahhhh… Yeah… Fuck… Harder…" he growled, his voice was low and gravelly, vibrating through the air. He lifted his hips slightly off the leather chair, angling his body to get better leverage as he kept on with the thrusting as fast as he possibly could. I could see his balls swinging heavily with every stroke, so full and ripe. The scent hit me instantl like a musky, masculine, and overwhelmingly potent. It drifted under the desk, so strong it made my head spin and my knees go weak.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."