Erotic Fiction Authors Novels & Stories

"Did you know only ten percent of men and fucking eighty percent of women? Why do you think I spend so much time on the dating apps? It's all a numbers game." "Eric, you do realize that you get what you pay for, right?" you asked. "If you look like a fuckboy, and act like a fuckboy..." "Hey, I don't care if people think I'm a fuckboy," Eric said. "Cause you'll know what I'll be doing?" "Fucking?" Gemma filled in. "Exactly," he said. "Speaking of which, Gemma-" "If you say anything rude to me right now, Eric, I will legitimately file a complaint at work on Monday," Gemma said.

Ryder wasn't just using his tongue, he was conducting a symphony of filth against her nerve endings. They were buried deep under the thick, weighted duvet, a private cavern that smelled of sweat, salt, and the heavy, metallic musk of her own relentless arousal. The heat was stifling, the oxygen thin, but Ruth-Ann didn't care. She felt like a goddess atop a throne of sin, her body vibrating with a raw, electric hunger that five hours of climaxing hadn't even begun to sate.

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

“I can feel your little pussy clenching every time we talk dirty. Still fluttering like she wants more.” He wasn’t wrong. Aftershocks kept rippling through me, tiny sparks that made me ache even though I was sore and spent. Marcus dipped lower, gathering the slick mix of their cum and my own wetness on two fingers, spreading it over my folds in slow, deliberate strokes. “So fucking soaked,” he said, almost reverent. “Look at this mess we made. Our cum dripping out of your greedy holes. Fucking beautiful.” I whimpered, hips shifting instinctively into his touch. My clit throbbed under the lightest graze.

The burn was intense, but the pain melted into filthy pleasure as he buried every inch. “Take it, whore. Take that dick in your shithole.” They started pounding her….. Ethan wrecking her ass, Jax skull-fucking her. Then they switched. Jax took her asshole while Ethan made her clean his cock straight from her ass, making her taste her own filth. She came hard, squirting messily onto the mat while both holes were used. But they weren’t satisfied yet. They flipped her onto her back and double-penetrated her properly. Jax lay down and yanked her on top, slamming into her cunt. Ethan mounted her from behind and forced his cock back into her already-stuffed asshole.

The wetness in Emery’s underwear was obvious with every step. Inside they did not stop to talk. Ronan stripped him slowly this time, kissed every mark that still lingered from earlier weeks, and laid him out on the bed. The night that followed was long and deliberate. Soft stretches of eye contact and slow thrusts mixed with the same filth that had defined them from the beginning. Ronan edged him with mouth and fingers, only allowing orgasm when he was buried deep and speaking about forever. He filled him three separate times, refusing to let him clean up between rounds. Bites and handprints layered over older ones. Emery stayed open and surrendered, taking everything Ronan gave and asking f

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.

Her legs trembled, and she gripped the edge of the desk tighter. Professor Kane added a third finger, stretching her more. He fucked her with his hand, the palm slapping against her clit with every thrust. Sara moaned louder, not caring if anyone outside might hear. The pressure built fast. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, and she came hard within minutes. Her body shook, and her juices squirted a little, dripping down her thighs and onto the floor. He did not stop. He pulled his fingers out, and she heard the sound of his zipper. Then the thick head of his cock pressed against her entrance. He rubbed it up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness, before pushing in deep in on

GREALISH My hard cock slid into her wetness with every thrust while her ass smashed my body. Her ass wobbled like the turbulent waves of a stormy sea. It put my mind in a frenzied state seeing the motion from my point of view. I struggled to keep my excitement under control. Her movements quickened as the intensity of our fucking heightened. Her hips curved to form a perfect flipped “C” shape which gave me easier penetration. Her small tits bounced around without a care.

“Damn, babe. Gorgeous tits.” Kate clenched her jaw, forcing back the heat rising inside her. He’s married. To her best friend. She shoved him off and stormed back to the counter, ordering another drink. “Sex on the beach,” she muttered to Briggs. Of course, Niu followed and sat right next to her. “Leave me alone, Niu. I’m not into married men,” she hissed. He only whistled, unfazed by the insult. Kate thought about his scandal—the affair with that actress. Sure, his marriage with Claire was just for business, but still. He had no shame.