Erotic Affair Novels & Stories

“The Society ends. The cover-ups end. Every name, every erased life—it all comes to light.” Her heart beat fast, but for once, it didn’t feel like fear. “Then we do it. But this ends with us walking away. Together.” Adrian reached for her hand. “No more lies,” he said. “No more shadows,” she echoed. Their kiss was not soft. It was fierce. It held promises too big for words. It held the weight of every risk, every betrayal, and the barest spark of hope. When they pulled back, their foreheads rested against each other.

"I know every reason. I have them all memorised. I'm sitting on your desk anyway." Something moved through his expression. The last wall. The final managed distance. He stood up. He was taller when he was standing and she was sitting on the desk and he came close and looked at her and then his mouth was on hers and this time neither of them pulled back. Zara unconsciously opens her legs wide enough for him to be in-between,not breaking the kiss,her hands found his button and undid them immediately like her life depended on it, she wanted to feel his skin . Ethan's hand weren't less busy,he gently slid her cotten gown exposing her already wet pussy, his hand rubbed against her core gently,he

Celine “I heard.” I’m startled out of my revelry by the voice, familiar and unwanted. Derille joins me on the balcony overlooking the woods, looking as good as he ever did. Here in my father’s pack, I was notorious for my vices, including jumping from one sexy wolf’s bed to the next. Life was too good for the living for me and I wanted as much as I could taste in a go. Derille was one of the vices I kept coming back to. It was either the sexy smile that always turned me on or the insatiety of his hard cock. I always told myself I wouldn’t go back to him and I always went back on my promise. He chased after me relentlessly, addicted to me to a degree that even disgusted me.

Christine fell face flat on the lawn as the sprinkler turned on making her dress wet. “Fuck!!!” she mumbled standing to her feet as she tried dusted off the mud on her dress but that only made it worse. To think she had planned to return the dress back to the store for refund. She couldn’t believe how cheap and miserable her life was. Looking up at the window she had fallen from, Christine could see Daniel kissing an old lady. The woman looked like she was in her late sixties. That was when it hit her, Daniel wasn’t rich, he was gigolo, a gold digger. He married the old lady for her money and went around looking for younger girls to satisfy him.

"Your friend is a rapist! The only reason why this isn't going public is because I care about Beatrice's sanity and privacy. He thinks because he's a Billionaire, he can always get away with doing evil on innocent women!" "I don't understand you. What do you mean by Daniel is a rapist?" "As far as I remember, women throw themselves at him and even at that, he's very picky about who he has an affair with." "You saw the viral video, didn't you?" "Yeah!" "The girl there is my best friend." "Your dickhead friend came to her home, apologized, and insisted he wanted to take her out to make it up to her but guess what he did? He drugged her and took advantage of her."

His desire for control, for dominance, gnawed at him, but for the first time in a long time, he resisted. Shaking his head, he stepped back, running a hand through his hair. ‘What the hell is wrong with me?’ Instead of staying with her, instead of taking what was always within his grasp, he walked out of the bedroom, grabbed his phone, and called Erica. Erica had been his quiet escape from the mess his marriage had become. She worked in the marketing department at his company, an ambitious and attractive woman who had no qualms about their office affair. She was easy—there were no strings attached, no complications, and no expectations beyond what they both wanted: a physical release.

He was getting more and more handsome, but I knew that it was all just a facade covering all his bad behavior. Just last night, I was praying that I wouldn't meet him, but now he's on top of me. Already took me from the club by keeping me unconscious. Only he and God know about what he put on my menu last night, and then he stole my virginity that I had been guarding. Yeah, of course, Maven Dimitriou and his asshole behavior. The last time we met was nine years ago. So long ago. And now all I know is that our reunion was not a good thing. Very bad and unpleasant. He was getting more and more of an asshole.

She knew that Hugo just wanted her to walk into his trap, but that would not happen. "I'm not affected, Sir Hugo. It's a natural reaction if a man sexually harasses a woman," Herriot said as she smirked at him. She was totally over him and was here to complete the revenge that Cindy had been planning for years. "Really? But I remember the time when you begged for my kisses, my touch, and my..." Hugo didn't finish his sentence when Herriot slapped him again. "I'm sorry, my hand slipped," Herriot fiercely said as she tried to push Hugo away, but he quickly grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, kissing her roughly and harshly.

He accused, pushing Marcus away from him. "Not here, Eric, we're not talking about this here." He peered over his shoulder, making sure no one had heard them. He gestured towards the garden before strolling out of the door. "They've been having an affair...and you knew?" Marcus continued once they were out of sight. "Yeah, but I thought it was over! I spoke to her this morning, and she told me it was over...I knew I shouldn't have believed her..." "And that makes it okay? He cheated on Isolde; he shouldn't be marrying her." Eric explained.

I took a deep breath “Theo we can’t have an affair “ He stepped closer. Not touching me. Just close enough that I could feel the heat coming off him, could see the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. “Who called it an affair?” he asked, his voice low. The word hung between us. Affair. Like what we’d done was cheap. Something tawdry and forgettable. My stomach twisted. “What else would you call it?” “I don’t know.” He moved even closer, his eyes searching mine. “But it didn’t feel like an affair.” “Theo…”