Erotic Classic Books Novels & Stories

Some were old while others looked rather new. Toward the end of the shelf, her eyes caught a small, thin book almost hidden behind the rows of thicker textbooks. It was shoved deep into the shelf like they never wanted the book to be seen by anyone. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly. Something about the way the book was pushed back felt odd to her. She reached for the book that had a deep wine-red cover. The title was written in silver letters. “Her Erotic Fantasy” Clarissa blinked in surprise,she hadn’t expected that. Her lips parted slightly. She looked around the library to see if anyone was watching.

His posture is relaxed, but there’s a tension underneath it, which ignites something in me. His face isn’t the perfect kind that belongs on screens. It is one of a kind, meant to seduce people like me: A jaw made for secrets, a mouth that looks like it forgets to smile, lips that look like they can kiss the sense out of me, and hair that is a good length to tug on when he gives pleasure. I bite my lip to restrain a moan that almost escapes me as I feel my body stir.

I cried out louder, my hands gripping the edge of the desk as waves of pleasure washed over me. Damien's hands moved to my breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of my blouse. I could feel my nipples hardening, aching for his touch. He trailed kisses up my stomach, his tongue circling my navel before moving higher. He pushed my blouse aside, exposing my bra. With a swift movement, he unclasped it, freeing my breasts. His mouth captured one nipple, sucking it while his hand played with the other. I whimpered, my body writhing under his touch, my pleasure building to a crescendo.

The free swing of her breasts added extra zest to her state of excitement— especially when Dina took a moment to play with them, making her nipples spark with want. Lorraine lay down with her knees up, her feet planted on the vinyl cushion, and her clitty on fire. A heartbeat later, Dr. Melling’s erogenous ass hovered above her face. She clasped the divine, sensitive cheeks, and pulled Dina into a sitting position. She felt the sizzle between her own legs as she began to lick the sweet furrow— Dina’s perfectly poised slit. Her ears went erect when she heard a sigh as crisp as the abandoned notebook: the

My fingers slipped inside, through soft curls, and found a scorching, drenched heat. "Keep going," I breathed, my middle finger sliding through her slick folds, circling her entrance. "Nicholas... Nick... don't... I mean..." But her protest was weak, her body arching into my touch. "Keep talking. Tell me how to make her come." "You can... talk to her... tell her she tastes good, that you love it... mash your tongue onto her clit... pulse it in time with your fingers... keep doing that... just like that... yes..."

Jane whispered, her voice breathless, tinged with longing. Eric leaned closer, so that she could feel the warmth of his body behind her. “I want you to focus,” he murmured. “Focus on my voice, on my hands, on how I make you feel.” Her body responded immediately, arching slightly as if seeking him out. She closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the sensations, into the anticipation that pulsed through her,her pussy has started becoming wet yearning for Eric's big hammer to fuck her die . “You feel that, don’t you?” he asked, his hand now pressing slightly against the inside of her thigh.

"Your wife becoming your sex slave, do you expect this to become permanent or is this a temporary thing?" "I doubt it will become permanent. She likes to read erotic books and I offered to allow her to experience the things she reads about in her books for three weeks to see if the reality was similar to her imagination." "What kinds of books?" "Reverse harem, women captured and sold as slaves, that kind of thing." "She's aroused by these?" "Yes, it's why I've offered her the experience."

I stammered. “I see.” He smirked and continued walking. “So what do you think of erotic books? Do they convey the messages purely like movies do? The expressions, the feelings… everything.” I gulped. “It all comes down to how good the writer is.” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I most times prefer to read erotic books instead of watching erotic movies. “Interesting,” he smiled. “We really do have a lot in common.” “Do you get the urge to do it when you read them?” he continued.

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

Instead of yanking my skirt down and screaming for him to get out (as any sane person might do), my hand returned to its sinful work beneath my panties. A strangled gasp tore from Ethan’s throat as he realized what I was doing. He had taken another step back as if to leave, but now he went utterly still, eyes widening even more. He watched. I kept my gaze fixed on him, half in defiance, half in desperate need. My face was burning with embarrassment and arousal, but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. The delicious pressure of my fingers on my clit again dragged me back from the brink of loss. My hips bucked against my hand and I let out a shuddering moan.