Erotic Historical Fiction Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

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.

His scent, the firmness of his chest against my back, the confident claim in his hands—all blurred my thoughts and made my head spin. And the most dangerous part was the truth I didn’t dare say aloud. I was enjoying it. Every sinful second of it. “Kai,” he breathed against my skin, my name falling from his lips like something forbidden. His fingers closed around my nipples, pinching hard enough to send a sharp burst of pain through my chest. I cried out. The sound had barely left my mouth when Caspian bent his head. His lips found the aching flesh he’d tormented, warm and merciless as he drew it into his mouth.

Better than I like my mother, but that's a story that sucks so you don't need to hear it. I'm out on the deck in front of the house on one of the lounges. It's the only place dad and I haven't had sex, yet. I've got a pretty conservative swimsuit on, not rockin the g-string today, and reading a really good book about two girls in World War Two. I love historical fiction and fantasy, which of course, the men I choose know nothing about. Sports, that's pretty much it, oh, and fucking, they seem to know something about fucking, if you ask them. I don't recommend getting a second opinion. "Excuse me?"

Ah Dear readers, here I am with my - I have lost count of the amount of times I've tried writing an erotica but here we are with a Billionaire romance/erotica book. Don't skip this intro! Yeah because I have news for y'all. So basically, the places in this book are made up even though the book is nothing like fantasy, it's just your average billionaire erotic BDSM romance involving a Billionaire, obviously and a naive little do gooder woman who thought she was all that, so don't go looking for my made up places okay sweeties?

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

That caused my eyebrows to raise and my cheeks to blush. "Well... If you like that mix, maybe 'Story of O' by Pauline Réage, 'The Lover' by Marguerite Duras, 'Tropic of Cancer' by Henry Miller, or 'Delta of Venus' by Anaïs Nin could be recommended," I suggested, my face burning. These were considered significant works of erotic literature, but at the same time, they were quite scandalous. "Did you enjoy them?" he asked with a slightly huskier voice. "I like forming my own opinions."

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