Erotic Mystery Books Novels & Stories

I sat beside her, and she immediately stretched her legs back out, her feet landing in my lap. "What are you reading?" She held up the book without looking away from the page. "A mystery novel. A detective in Victorian London." I caught sight of the cover. A woman in a low-cut dress leaned against a man in a top hat, their faces inches apart in the fog. The Scarlet Letter Murders. I grabbed the book from her hands. "Hey!" She sat up, reaching for it. I flipped through a few pages. My eyes landed on a passage. His mouth found the hollow of her throat as his fingers worked the laces of her corset…

I used to shrug it off, but one day, I waltzed into the apartment he and Eric shared and I got a glimpse of him naked. He was standing there stark naked and my eyes zoned in on his huge cock. We laughed the moment off, but I have never been the same ever since. How could I? The sight of his thick veiny cock, droplets of water from the shower he just had running down his body. I get wet just thinking about that day, I would touch myself sometimes imagining it was my juices running down his body that day.

She caressed the words with her fingertips as she read them aloud. Protect her at the cost of your life Elle est la solution She sighed in confusion and she was exhausted to solve the mystery behind these words. She slept that night clutching the memoir and letter to her chest. A little girl was unaware of the sacrifices that words hold.

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.

My heart hammered against my ribs. The order was degrading, obscene. And it set a fire in my belly. I leaned forward, closing the distance. The first touch of my tongue to the cool, wet wood was salt and bitterness and him. I moaned, the sound involuntary, vibrating against the desk. I licked a slow, deliberate stripe through the spill, gathering it into my mouth. The act was so submissive, so filthy, that it coiled heat low in my core. I could feel Jonathan’s seed trickling from inside me, a parallel intimacy.

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

As she watched him being driven away, she knew that this was just the beginning of a complex and dangerous dance, one that would test the limits of her professionalism, her desire, and her very soul. This was the fourth criminal she was fucking and she knew she wasn't stopping anytime soon. These criminals are so hot and she wasn't ready to let go. Note: if you want more of Camila, you can request for it and I might create a book for that purpose.

I looked at the table, and my eyes fell on the first book on top, titled - HOW TO SEDUCE A DRAGON MAN. I raised the book up, and my gaze fell to the next, seeing they were all erotic books. Molly didn't see the title, so I picked up all four books and shifted them aside, while my gaze continued to scrutinize the book in my hand first. Molly asked me, "Anything else, your majesty?" "No, leave us," I dismissed, holding the erotic book upwards and turning to stare at Luna. "You read erotic books?" I asked her, while she subtly smiled and looked away to Molly, who she then called back.

"I read one Gor novel, too, which really isn't a romance novel." "No contemporary BDSM books, no how-tos, nothing like that?" Sam inquired. "No. That was pretty much it," I replied. "Did your wife have a safe word?" Brianna asked. "Yes. I figured there had to be some way for Julia to opt out of her slavery if the reality wasn't meeting her expectations," I answered. "With the exception of the John Norman Gor novel, all of the romances were by women authors? In none of the reverse harem books, the multiple men were ever upset or jealous at having to share their woman?" Sam asked again.

He went straight to his friend's condo when he found out about her absence. The three of them turned around when they heard Erika call Lixue. The three of them looked at each other after that. They walked to approach Erika. She looked at them when they stopped in front of her. "Why?" Lixue said to Erika. She said she was doing something and their bodyguard would pick her up. "I can't get the other languages in this book. I searched on G****e. I can only read a limited amount," Erika said, pointing to what she was reading. When she saw that she pretended not to read anything but was blank.