Erotic Prose Novels & Stories

My hands slid to cup my sensitive tits which I pinched as hard as it allowed, tugging and pinching until I felt the pull all the way in my pussy. A moan slipped into Eros’s mouth. His own hand came up to replace my hand on my breasts, mirroring my action. I felt a throb in my clit, a second before I knew I was completely soaked. Sliding my hand slowly down my stomach, I gasped at the amount of wetness I found there. All from what Eros was doing to me and the relentless eyes of his brother stalking me in the dark. Slicking the juice from my hole to my clit, I spread my legs wide and rubbed my fingers round and round, spreading my legs wider for Ares’s view.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

"When I was browsing a bookshop recently, I came across this. It was being sold openly. The illustrations inside are deeply improper, and the woman depicted in them is my cousin." It was an erotic picture book. The woman's face was never shown, yet her poses were overtly seductive, and a rose-shaped birthmark was on her waist. Eleanor frowned. "What is this? How do you know the woman in these pictures is Charlotte?" Yvonne's voice rang out clearly across the hall. "Because my cousin has the exact same rose birthmark on her waist." The room erupted. Every pair of eyes turned toward me, and the looks on their faces said everything. One moment away from becoming Crown Princess, and now this. Ho

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.

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.

“You want me to...” He nodded. “Suck your nipple. Suck it as if I were there.” I lifted one breast, bending down slightly, and allowing my tongue to circle my nipple. Within seconds, it was hard against my tongue. I sucked, flicking my tongue across both my nipples and around my areolas. An electric sensation coursed through my body as I slipped my hand between my thighs, stroking my already-sensitive clit. “Tell me what you’re doing,” he asked between ragged breaths as he stroked his dick, now visible, its head shiny and coated with a generous amount of precum. “Tell me.”

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

I whispered as my p***y sent pulse after pulse to my brain. ‎Every flick of his tongue seemed to spark an electric feeling. All my nerves were centered at the one spot. I felt him enter me with one finger, drawing it out then pushing back in. In and out, in and out, until I was a groaning, writhing mess. Then it was two fingers f*****g my p***y as his mouth continued to treat my clit. ‎

Beauty’s hands roamed freely, exploring the contours of Mason’s strong back and the firm planes of his shoulders, each movement a silent declaration of her desire. The room filled with the sounds of their intimacy—a quiet symphony of soft moans and whispered endearments. Mason’s whispered promises and Beauty’s delicate responses melded into an erotic cadence that was both tender and unrestrained. Their lovemaking was a secret ritual, a celebration of love that had weathered every storm and now found its most expressive form in this stolen moment of passion.

She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'