Erotic Historical Fiction Novels & Stories

His tongue slid across my lips, probing, tasting, as if claiming me, tasting the very essence of my soul. A sickening warmth spread through me. It was wrong. It was so wrong. This wasn’t love. This wasn’t desire. This was possession. The kiss deepened, his tongue slipping past my lips as if he were looking for something inside of me, something that I couldn’t escape. He tasted like ash, like something burnt and rotten—familiar, yet foreign. His taste coated my mouth, a bitter, metallic tang that made me want to gag. But I couldn’t pull away.

As if his presence isn't enough, now I am even more turned on. I squeeze my thighs together, shifting uncomfortably in the chair. "I'm sorry sir." "Sorry?" He slowly makes his way towards me, his eyes still fixed on me and making all my senses flare. I can smell his cologne, a thick mix of chocolate, spirit and cashmere. He stops right in front of me, his form completely enveloping mine. "Do you think sorry will take away the images you've planted in my head? Images of your tight, little cunt?"

Clatter— The knife and fork slipped from Luther’s hands, hitting the floor with a sharp ring. Even with his face hidden behind the black mist, I could feel the shock rolling off him. Tch. Annoying. I grabbed Luther by the collar, pulled him close, and kissed him hard—pressing my lips to his and sliding the cherry from my mouth into his. Our tongues brushed; he tried to pull away, but I didn’t care. I bit down on the cherry, letting its overly sweet juice spill out slowly between us.

He pinned her to the table and held her still and started driving his shit in her. Her moans were everywhere in the room. He’d smack her ass from time to time and increase his pacing. Then he held her throat pulling her closer and fucking her harder. God they look so good together. Man now I wish that was me. “God can I join you guys “, Lucy asked standing up and taking off her shirt. No seriously because he was fucking her too good, like I would want to join. Philip, still fucking Ashley pulled Lucy over and started fucking the both of them.

Very uncharacteristic of me. “Do you like it?” she asked, moving past me to grab our plates. That’s when I caught her scent, too. She must have changed her perfume because this one smelled like a spring garden, yet still subtle. “Of course, I do,” I said, taking a deep breath and filling my lungs with the scent of her. As she moved aside, the corner of her tits brushed against the side of my ribs, sending a jolt of electricity through me. It was a very light accidental touch, but it awakened all my senses. I have been with a few women here and there, but something like this had never happened to me. Not even the first encounter with my crush.

Introduction: In the hot, hazy summer of a small town, an eighteen-year-old nerd accidentally enters a forbidden world of desire that will change his life forever. He is stuck in a house full of tension and unspoken anger, and he can't stop thinking about the one woman he shouldn't want—his beautiful, curvy mother. When a heated argument starts a fire of raw, wild desire, their relationship turns into a secret dance of seduction and surrender. In the back of a minivan, where they can steal glances and whisper secrets, they cross a line that ties them together in a web of forbidden love. This is a story about love, guilt, and the thrilling thrill of giving in to what is wrong. Every touch is

All she knew was that she wanted to be close to Steve, to feel his touch, to be enveloped in his embrace. "I don't care about the danger," she said. "I just want to be with you." Steve looked at her, his eyes searching hers. "Are you sure about this?" he asked.Celess nodded. "I'm sure." And with that, Steve leaned in to kiss her once again, his hands roaming over her body with a desperate hunger. Celess felt herself giving in to the passion, losing herself in the embrace of the dangerous and alluring man before her. But even as she lost herself in the moment, she knew that there was something different about Steve. Something that made him more than just a man. And she couldn't shake off the

Each time he reached across her to grab book or pen, or brushed against her , Cassie could feel the spark between them. Despite her best efforts to maintain professionalism, Dr Cassie couldn’t help but indulge in these little, sensual moments. Their lingering glances and accidental touches were exciting, a sweet mix of risk and desire that left her wanting more. One evening, as they were finishing on the final chapter for Dylan's project , he suggested they grab a coffee . It was a casual offer, but Cassie knew that crossing that line could lead to something dangerous . Still, she found herself agreeing, unable to resist his lure.They walked to the local cafe , which was just a few minutes w

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Elaine bit her lower lip as she fought the aching, sweet feeling enveloping her. Her good samaritan was doing dirty things to her, things she hated but her body needed. How long would she continue to wade off his body? He pulled up the rest of her gown which settled above her succulent roes. Groaning, he took one hungry tiny nip into his mouth. He heard a gasp which was followed by a moan from her. By God, she was wet for him - slippery, tasty, and wet. The sweet, budding scent of her femininity was everything he prided on. Why was she fighting him off when her body ached for him?