Romans & histoires Erotic Fiction Authors

It can be as dark, kinky, taboo, or monstrous as you want. I’ll write it with the same unfiltered heat as this series. Here’s to 100 more… if you can handle them. Stay wet, stay wicked. Your author Blue

I hovered over her, crashing my lips onto hers in a hot, messy kiss while my large hands cupped her full, heavy breasts, squeezing the soft flesh and rolling her sensitive nipples between my fingers. Anita moaned loudly into my mouth, her thighs spreading wide open for me. I slid my hand down her flat stomach, finding her wet, swollen heat between her legs. I buried two fingers deep inside her wet core, pumping them in and out with a slick, rhythmic motion while my thumb stroked her sensitive clit. "Ah! Kayzer, yes! Fuck, please!" Anita squealed, her back arching wildly off the mattress as her inner walls clamped tightly around my fingers, her entire body shaking as a powerful orgasm crashed

I whispered, nipping at her earlobe. I shoved three fingers into her , stretching her open while my thumb worked on her swollen nub. She writhed, grinding back into me, her ass rubbing my mound. I reached around to tweak her nipples, rolling them between my fingers, then pulling until she arched. Her hand snaked back, finding my pussy again. She stroked my clit slowly but I pushed her hand away, I wanted to focus on her at the moment. Seeming to understand that she kept her hand on mine wanting me to go faster, but I was slow this time, savoring the way her breaths became uneven.

It took almost three hours of typing and his encouragement until I had fully unloaded my crappy life onto his shoulders. As he started to tell me more about himself, I found that he was a 55-year-old man who lived about five hundred miles away from me and had led a not dissimilar life. He had been married and divorced twice, and his current wife was not sexual at all. He had been using the chat room as an outlet for his sexual frustrations for two years now and occasionally wrote erotic stories for an online site. All his stories were about his fantasies of having sex with another man, although he claimed he had only tried it twice—neither time was all that satisfying. I asked him to direct

“Erotic romance is a difficult theme to work with, and few are the talented writers who understand the essence of the theme. I deeply respect those who write, break taboos, and surpass their barriers!” Winking at me, Patrik approached again, making me take a few steps back until I fell into the executive chair. He crouched in front of me, placing his hands on my knees. “And I'm curious about the rest of your book, Mrs. Lis… We'll work on this project every day after work, and don't worry.” Smiling seductively, he added, “Your overtime will be well rewarded.” Squeezing a little higher on my thighs, he stood up and left the room, leaving me paralyzed and excited by his words.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

Cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples, sliding down my sides. I arch into him, gasping. “Damon. Please.” “Please what?” “Touch me. Anywhere. Everywhere. I don’t care. Just…” His hand slides between my legs and we both groan. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growls against my throat. “For you. Only for you.” His fingers slide through my wetness, circling my clit. Pleasure shoots through me and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “Let me make you feel good, little wolf.”

I plunged my wetness down over him taking it all. I sat there, propped by my hands on his chest and eyes closed, enjoying the full feeling. My ex had been much smaller. This felt good. I opened my eyes to see him grinning up at me. I liked the way his eyes glittered when he smiled; I smiled back and leaned down for a kiss. As our lips met once again, I felt Shorter’s hand spreading my anus cheeks and the tip of his cock at my backdoor. I’d done picky, yes, but never DP. I concentrated on the kiss as the tip of his cock eased slowly into my anus. As it slipped deeper in I deepened the kiss. When he was in all the way everything stopped for a Woman Of The Houseent. I gasped. “Are you OK?” Erik

"Please, don't stop—wreck my cheating asshole like you own it. I need it brutal, relentless, just like that!" Sweat dripped down our bodies in hot rivulets, soaking my skin and making everything slick as my pussy clenched desperately around nothing, dripping juices down my thighs in a steady stream. The forbidden thrill of it all—my sister sleeping sick just down the hall while her husband destroyed my tight hole—only made me hotter, needier. Mark's hands gripped my hips tighter, fingers digging bruises into my flesh as he slammed deeper, his cock stretching my asshole wider with every thrust. The mix of pain and filthy lust shot through me like fire, making me moan and whimper against the w

He stroked it once, his fist tight, a bead of fluid dripping onto the floor. “Spread wider,” he commanded, his hand slapping her ass, the sting sharp, making her cry out. She spread her legs, her pussy opening, her juices trickling down her thighs. He groaned, his cock nudging her entrance, the head sliding along her wetness, coating himself. “Please,” she moaned, her voice breaking, her hands gripping the chair, her knuckles white. “Take me, Professor. I need you inside me.” He spanked her again, the slap echoing, her ass burning. “You want my cock?” he growled, his voice strained, his cock pushing in, the head stretching her entrance. “Tell me you’re mine, Eva. Tell me Sophie doesn’t get t