Erotic Litature Novels & Stories

My Uncle’s face looked red, his eyes wild, and I could just catch the movement of him glancing quickly at the door adjacent to the room he was. I felt an erotic shiver shoot through me as I opened my shirt slowly for him, shrugging it off my slender form as I stood there, illuminated by the soft light in my bedroom. I didn’t have all the curves and large breasts that some girls my age did or his wife, yet I had seen the way he hungrily looked at my small cleavage, the same way his eyes darkened when he had saw me bent forward, my young pussy fully exposed in the kitchen. And as I slowly bared my body to him, my hand roamed over my soft flesh, my thumb caressing my hard nipples, feeling them

Erica worked her way down his body, washing his glutes before making her way down his sculpted legs. Once she was done washing his backside, she told him to turn around. She rinsed and re-lathered the pouf and began washing his defined chest. She was slow and teasing, working her way down his body. She circled his sensitive nipples, causing a groan to escape his lips. Her thumps teased them slightly, making them hard. She allowed the water to wash the soap away then flicked her tongue over the hardened peaks lapping at the water droplets.

He was huge, throbbing under her touch. She unzipped him, freeing his cock that was so long, veined, the head already glistening with precum. She stroked him firmly, twisting her wrist at the tip. "This is what you've been thinking about in my lectures, isn't it? Your cock getting hard while I talk about desire in literature." "Every fucking day," he admitted, voice rough. He shoved her skirt up to her waist, finding her soaked panties. Two thick fingers pushed the lace aside and plunged into her slick pussy, curling against that perfect spot inside her.

Hey future readers! This a different book complimation. Containing several books of this series. Atleast containing up to 30-40 different books. Same Genre, Same Trait. Note all pages has an hint on the erotic part. Strictly for 18+. ************* Juliette tried not to stare when Louis entered the kitchen only wearing a towel. He was just out of the shower and his short brown hair was slicked back. He had a beautiful, tanned, muscled body. She’d become his private chef three months ago, and she was after all in his home, but she had still not gotten accustomed to his perfect six-pack, or the muscles rippling down his back as he leaned into the window and looked up at the sky.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

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.

A dark, erotic, romance novel. The goal was to stop thinking about Alexander, but only ten minutes into the book and I'm already imagining his hands all over me. I'm already imagining him bending me over the fucking window of my room and filling me up ruthlessly until all I can remember is the sound of his name on my lips.

I kissed her neck and slipped my hand beneath her nightgown. But a strange feeling came over me. The memory of Lauren's body from the night before was still fresh in my mind. When my fingers touched Marie's waist, I felt a small shudder run through me. Marie's body could not compare to Lauren's at all. Marie had started to sag in certain places, and her skin was looser. Lauren had been tight and firm, nothing like this. More importantly, I had spent myself completely the night before. I had no energy left. When I got on top of my wife, I struggled to aroused, and even then, I could barely keep it up.

"This place... it might be a bit much. If it freaks you out, we can turn right around and leave. No pressure." Jay reached up, his fingers lightly brushing over the edge of my mask. "Open the door, Jake," he murmured softly, his eyes heavy with arousal. My heart hammered against my ribs. I turned the handle and pushed the heavy door open. The red room was dimly lit, drenched in deep crimson light and thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and heavy perfume. Everywhere you looked, bodies were entangled. Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys.

Their cocks were obscene: thick as wrists, veined like twisted ropes, heads flared and leaking heavy, glowing precum that dripped in long sticky strands onto the floor with wet plops. Marcus screamed through the ring gag, but it came out as a wet gargle. The five demons circled Lila slowly, breathing heavy, sulfur and raw lust thick in the air. She stood there trembling, cum still leaking down her thighs from the first two, but her pussy was clenching visibly, hungry for more.