Erotic Horror Book Novels & Stories

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.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. "HUNGER UNLEASHED" "GARY'S POV" -------- For months, Elena Harper had been starving.

His hands slid down my hips, fingers slick with our combined essence, his cum, my arousal, as he smeared the evidence across my skin. “Hope you enjoyed the show,” he murmured, voice rough with possession. I nodded, eyes locked on my mother’s crumbling face, a smile spreading as I slid off the vanity. I dropped to my knees before Gerard, taking his still-thick cock into my mouth without hesitation. I sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling the sensitive underside, tasting the bitter-salt tang of his release mixed with my own essence. My eyes never left Lydia’s, watching the woman’s shoulders shake, seeing the way her gaze darted between Gerard’s buried cock and my bobbing head, horrifi

She was wild with passion as if it was the beginning of their lovemaking instead of after an easy two hours of it. Realizing that she was the only one receiving pleasure, she moved into a position where he could continue pleasuring her, but she could also pleasure him with her mouth. The sensation felt soothingly erotic as she stumbled and explored over what to do. At one point it felt so all-consuming good that his hands lost their rhythm, for which she chuckled and gave a low, erotic moan. This was all too good. He knew then and there that, if he was to be able to keep up with his little vampire, he’d better become one himself. ****

When he touched her quivering brown eye, his cock hesitated for only a split second and then he moved forward unable to delay his pleasure in possessing her tight back door immediately. Marcy's anus opened with an audible pop and the vampire slid swiftly and surely deep inside. She gasped and jumped at the entry and then moaned in sheer pleasure at the strength of the deep impalement. Gloria was sucking at the woman's nipples being very careful not to touch them with her teeth and accidently get some blood in her mouth. She was afraid of Lafitte's reaction to an unauthorized taking of blood from a human. Seeing how nicely her bottom was shaking with the emotion of sucking at the female human

I said with a smile, she tried to push me away but her arms fell to the side because she was weak, this made me laugh out loud, “ Bitch!” I said, giving her a smack on her pussy. “ Oh.” She let out a moan, falling over. Eric just watched, he didn't look interested. He wiped the cap of his dick that had cum on it, his dick went back up as he was still hard with precum glistening the cap. He knelt down, pushing her legs aside as he pressed the tip by her pussy entrance then he rammed into her walls, “ Ohhhh.” She screamed, jerking from her unconscious stage as she looked at the both of us,

Chapter 9: Black Backbreaker The hallway throbs, a pulsing chamber of raw sensation. Her moans, broken and blissful beneath his kiss, are a symphony of surrender that fuels his relentless drive. He feels her body arching against him, her hips grinding, a desperate, unbidden response to his every thrust. Her legs, wrapped tight around his waist, pull him deeper, locking him in, an anchor to her unravelling. Her mouth, hot and pliant beneath his, accepts his demanding kiss, swallowing his urgency, silencing her fading protests. The wet slap of their skin against the wall, the rhythmic thwack of flesh on flesh, is a drumbeat to their descent into primal ecstasy.

he said as the tip of his fingers touched the lips of my wet pussy. He picked up my heel and used the pointy tip to stroke my pussy. “Ahh…” I moaned softly. He brushed my clit with the tip of my heel as he spread my folds open. “I’m going to make you feel helpless,” he whispered. Without warning he thrust the whole tip of my heel into my vagina. “Fuck…” my legs trembled as my hands clenched. “I want you to see how deadly your heel can be,” he muttered as he thrust the tip of my heel into my wetness. It kept going deeper with every thrust.

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."