Novel & Cerita Erotic Novels

She just desired so much more, that he should keep sending her to the abode of heaven. As Eric started to move so quickly against her, slamming and beating her until the sound of their colliding sexes began to reverberate throughout the entire room, she continued to solidify her position. An aura of the stench of cum pervaded the air around them, intensifying the lust that surrounded them.

In fact, the complete opposite. It was an erotic novel, one about a young male intern who fell in love with his female boss. He skimmed over it and found words like ‘spanking’, ‘handcuffs’, and ‘bonding’, which he was pretty sure wasn’t the wholesome kind of bonding. His face heated up just by reading it. “Why the heck does the library have novels like this?” He complained. “Because they’re a fun library, duh. What do you think the moms do while the children listen to fables?”

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.

Miles Courtenay would be furious that she had sullied the spotless reputation of Courtenay de Witt by introducing Nero as a client — and delighted to be able to throw her out of the building as fast as he possibly could. But, as she stepped forward to survey the paintings, she realised something altogether different. There was another, very good reason why these paintings were hidden, private. They were erotic paintings. For while the backdrops, the clothes and the furnishings on the canvasses spoke of aristocratic opulence, the poses of the figures themselves reflected the ultimate in decadence. Kate felt a frisson of excitement as she surveyed them. On her left was a man dressed in the glo

“Oh, Your Majesty… you’re so big… fuck—” I froze, cheeks burning. The erotic novels I secretly read had never prepared me for this. The raw, unrestrained sounds made something low in my belly tighten. I pressed my thighs together, trying to ignore the sudden slick heat between them. I didn’t dare knock. Instead, I stood there, heart hammering, imagining what was happening on the other side of that door. The moans peaked, then abruptly stopped. I stared at the vial in my hands and forced myself to knock twice.

My fingers slipped inside, through soft curls, and found a scorching, drenched heat. "Keep going," I breathed, my middle finger sliding through her slick folds, circling her entrance. "Nicholas... Nick... don't... I mean..." But her protest was weak, her body arching into my touch. "Keep talking. Tell me how to make her come." "You can... talk to her... tell her she tastes good, that you love it... mash your tongue onto her clit... pulse it in time with your fingers... keep doing that... just like that... yes..."

His mouth descended to her clit, where he took his time licking and teasing her. Erica’s moans grew louder, her hips rolling as she pushed herself against his eager mouth. Another orgasm built quickly, radiating from deep within her. When it hit, it was like a flash of burning, white-hot pleasure, and she screamed, her head lolling back as her hands fisted the sheets. The waves of pleasure coursed through her, leaving every nerve ending buzzing.

As they kissed, Celess felt a sense of danger and excitement that she had never felt before, as if she was being drawn into a world of darkness and desire that she couldn't resist. As they parted, Steve looked at her, his eyes filled with a hunger that she knew she couldn't resist. "Come with me, Celess," he said. "Let me show you a world that you never knew existed."Celess felt a thrill of excitement run through her as she took Steve's hand, allowing him to lead her deeper into the darkness. She knew that she was taking a risk, that she was putting herself in danger, but she couldn't bring herself to turn back.

And yes Miss-Goodie-Two-Shoes, that includes you too. Anyway, getting off track here. So as I was saying, I'm an erotic romance writer (yes that's a category), which means that it's not all about just sex, sex and more sex, contrary to popular beliefs, erotica’s have story lines too. And it does not include sleeping with every XY-gene on sight. But like I said before, I am severely lagging in experience and to cover for that, I watch a hell lot of porn and read thousands erotic novels. To say that I could write my very own Kama sutra would be an understatement.