Erotic Fantasy Novels Novels & Stories

She traced fingers over her collarbones, across her breasts, down her stomach, savoring her own soft skin, gathering courage. Having no panties on made things smoother, as her thighs parted shamelessly. The room smelled faintly of her excitement already—sweet, musky, undeniable. She braced one foot on the mattress, opening herself to emptiness, imagining Luke’s shoulders wedging them wider as she slid a finger through her folds, back arching. Slickness greeted her, hotter than last time as she let the fantasy unravel. This was torture! If she continued at the pace, she would lose her mind before Chris came back.

Something they had in common, they were dominators and wanted to dominate galaxies, worlds, dimensions among the conquerors. What they couldn't conquer was a lady, a companion and a queen, at least someone who had sex with them, but who didn't die in the process. Erebo sucked the soul out of the bodies of his sexual partners. Due to this, many knew that the joining of the alliance between the three emperors and conquerors would yield the best and the largest and most evolved technology they could know. Chronos sucked the life energy when they had sex. Chaos sucked the brains of his partners with his tentacles.

And as long as the fantasies consumed him, as long as his desires burned this fiercely, he knew he’d keep coming back to this—to the forbidden, to the taboo, to the intoxicating image of his stepmother. With a heavy sigh, he rolled onto his side, the sticky remnants of his release a reminder of what he’d just done. But as sleep began to pull him under, his last thought was of her—of Elena, and the next time he’d let his fantasies take control

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

“Yes, fuck me like you mean it.” My own hand moves faster, fingers plunging deep, thumb rubbing my clit in frantic circles. I can feel the pressure building, a tight coil ready to snap. The sight of him—cock glistening, sweat dripping from his jawline, eyes locked on the blonde’s face as she arches and cries out—fuels my fantasy. I imagine his gaze flicking to the window, catching me, seeing my fingers buried in my own heat, hearing my quiet whimpers. The thought makes me moan, a low, needy sound that I swallow quickly, afraid to break the spell.

He held me up easily, fucking me with his fingers while Elias stood there, breathing hard, cock straining against his jeans. “Look at him,” Rafael murmured, voice filthy. “He wants to taste you again. But he’s too shy to ask. You like that, don’t you? Two men losing their minds over this greedy little pussy.” He pumped faster, thumb rubbing my clit in tight circles. I was so close already — the combination of Elias’s earlier tongue and Rafael’s bold fingers was too much. “Please…” I begged, not even sure who I was begging. Rafael kissed the side of my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. “Come for us, Nova. Come on my fingers while your neighbor watches like a good boy.”

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.

I swallowed hard, "I.. I don't know I don't think -" "Do you want me or not Isabella?", he asked again, this time with a hint of desperation in his voice. I nodded, "I do". "Good, because I want you too". I'm dreaming again, aren't I? This is one of those my sex dreams isn't it? Before I could say a word, his hands slipped under my robe, going straight down and slowly under my legs. His hands played with my pussy lips. "You're wet already? damn", he mumbled.

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.

But it seems all she needed was a handsome man, in his office attire and standing in front of her to grab her attention. Yes, she is a novelist. She is one of the top-selling authors in the fantasy-romance and teen fiction category. Humor-romance is her genre, but because the erotic genre is trendy, she wants to be trendy as well. She wanted to challenge herself and get out of her box. But not everything is that easy. She has not been writing for two months because she is busy watching p*rn and erotic videos and reading erotic novels.