Erotic Book Authors Novels & Stories

There was an odd swear word in it but it seemed right for the context'. 'Did it turn you on?' I asked simply. Julia now flushed bright red and did not answer. 'Your face tells me that it did. I'm glad, which is what it's supposed to do. Did it offend you?' 'No. How could a lovely story like that offend me?' she asked in return. 'What better definition of erotic writing do you want. Something that is not offensive but is a turn on both mentally and physically' 'Do you think that that story is true?'

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

He didn't disclose any information about him, but he didn't care now. “Yes,” he answered breathily, still stroking his shaft in front of her. Beads of his pre-cum decorated the head. “Let me pleasure you, senator. It's my job to make you feel good.'' A sexy grin found its way to her red lips. She stopped dancing and sashayed her way toward the couch he was sitting on. She started to unbutton his shirt and dipped her head to lick his nipples. “Fuck, woman! What are you doing to me?” Phoenix thought his whole body was electrified the moment her wet tongue touched his hardened nipples.

DAMON His hands spread my legs wider, and I can feel his breath on my most intimate parts. I’m already wet, already aching for him. “Look at you,” he groans. “So wet for me already. Did wearing this lingerie turn you on, little wolf? Knowing I’d see you in it?” “Yes,” I whimper. “Good girl.” Then his tongue is on me and I cry out. He licks a long, slow stripe up my center, from my clit to my entrance and back down. Taking his time, savoring me.

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I panted, gripping the edge of the counter. He groaned against me and slapped my ass again. “So fucking sweet. You love having your chef on his knees, don’t you?” “I love it,” I gasped. “Don’t stop. I’m gonna come again.” He sucked my clit harder, two fingers sliding back inside me. I came hard within a minute, moaning his name and shaking against his mouth. Marcus stood up, pressing his hard cock against my ass through his pants. “You come so pretty, Adrienne. I could do that all night.”

Their eyes locked and Karina knew that her own were as filled with love and desire as Chloe's were. Chloe began to tense and twitch and Karina knew she was going to come soon. She let herself go completely, allowing herself to give in to her own oncoming orgasm. Still, they held eye contact-intense, consuming, incredible-right up until the moment Chloe's orgasm tipped over and her head whipped back as she moaned loudly and erotically. The erotic sight and sound of Chloe coming, pushed Karina over the edge. Everything in the world disappeared except Chloe, and the pleasure surging in her clit.