Novel & Cerita Erotic Affair Stories

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.

Clandestine Affair, book 1 of Affair Duology, is finally completed! This is the first novel I’ve completed so far and it is a long and hard journey as procrastination always gets the best of me. I enjoyed writing this and I will start writing book 2 of the Affair Duology as soon as I finished editing and revising book 1. All the revelations will be revealed and explained in the second book. If you came to hate Vishnu in the first book, his actions would be justified (I hope so) in the second book.

Giovanni felt that he was liberated. It was amusing that he could feel that he was free by her touch and kisses. "Giovanni....Giovanni...Giovanni," Cindy chanted his name as she held his face and guided him to look at her. "Do you like what you see, my dear Giovanni?" Cindy asked in an alluring voice. Giovanni looked at Cindy and saw a beautiful young woman who was moving up and down as her breasts followed the rhythm. It was so erotic that it made Giovanni crave her more. He instantly moved faster and, without thinking further, released his seeds inside her womb. Cindy felt a hot liquid inside her as her legs lightly weakened. She closed her eyes as she fell on Giovanni's hard chest.

Then he left for four years and I thought that I would get over him. Clearly, I haven’t. To make matters worse, I was dating his brother. I did care about West and I was attracted to him; but something about our so-called relationship didn’t feel right. All the times that I’ve kissed West haven’t even come close to the very few times I had kissed Wren. When Wren and I kissed, it was like everything in the world fell away. The last time that happened was the night of our high school prom. Refusing to relive that memory, I got up from my desk and started walking to my car.

After relocating to a new town to start afresh and focus on her life, Claire finds herself drawn into an erotic affair with a married couple she met in the gym. A coffee date with James, and Mia ignites their passion and blurs the marital boundaries. “W-we can't do this here,” “Come with us,” James urged, his voice laced with a tantalizing promise. “We’ll give you a night you’ll never forget,” As a Polyamorous person, Claire couldn't resist surrendering herself to the intoxicating attraction.

His cock jerked, and Francine felt the hot flood of his cum filling her, spilling deep inside her channel. They collapsed together in the driver’s seat, a heap of sweaty, satisfied flesh. His cock, still partly inside her, pulsed softly. The rain continued to drum on the roof. Francine nuzzled his neck. “Not a virgin anymore."

"He’s old enough to be your father. You gave yourself to him?" "It isn’t that way…" The protest is weak, automatic. "We didn’t do anything until we got married, I swear it." "And you think that makes it okay?" Gayle fires back, stepping closer. "You marry a man just to have sex without the pressure of sinning? Is that it? Is that what this is?" "I love him!" The declaration bursts out of me, desperate and true. "I didn’t marry him for sex. And I didn’t send this text to Zayne."

I took a glimpse of my watch and turned back to her. “It is almost time for Physics class,we have to go and grab lunch.” “Sure…” We started walking to the cafeteria and I could swear that I caught Anna throwing weird stares at me. We stood on the line with our trays in our hands. Anna bent over and whispered into my ears. “Maybe we should read some of your erotic stories while we eat.” My body went cold. There was no way in hell I was letting someone else read my diary. There were quite a lot of erotic and sex scenes in it and the worst part was that they were not mine. They were about my friends or random students I randomly pair up in my head.

She came again, gripping his hair. He stood, freed his massive cock, and lifted her onto a low table. “Tell me to stop.” “Don’t stop,” she whispered. He thrust in deep, stretching her perfectly. Elena cried out as he fucked her hard and fast against the books. The wet sounds of their joining filled the library. He sucked on her breasts through the uniform, leaving wet marks. When he came, he buried himself to the hilt and flooded her pussy. After that night, their secret affair consumed them.

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.