Erotic Prose Novels & Stories

“Fuck—” He didn't answer. He was too busy, his tongue curling inside me, lapping at the cum that still seeped from my core. I felt his nose press against my clit, his stubble scraping my inner thigh, his hands gripping my ass to pull me closer. He ate me like I was a meal he'd been waiting for, like the taste of another man's release was an appetiser, not an insult. “You taste like sin,” he murmured against my flesh, his breath hot and wet. “Like you've been bad, and you're not done being bad.”

“‘He drove into her with slow, powerful thrusts, filling her completely, awakening every nerve in her body. She felt claimed, possessed, her wetness coating him as pleasure built like a storm…’” Every word synced with his movements. When he read about “claiming,” he slammed in harder. When he spoke of “wetness,” his hand reached down to rub my clit, spreading the mess we were making. I was moaning openly now, unable to hold back completely. Each thrust jostled the ladder, and I imagined the priceless books above us witnessing everything. “Elias… I’m close again…” “Not yet.” He slowed to shallow thrusts, denying me the friction I craved. “You come when the passage ends. Not before.”

He nuzzled at the wet material making it wetter with each flick of his tongue, drawing out the moment when the flimsy barrier would no longer be an erotic torture for both of them and instead become an unwelcome restriction. The scent of her, the taste of her arousal was an aphrodisiac which heated his blood to boiling point. He licked harder, flicked just beneath the elastic to drive them both insane. "So wet, sugar. So fucking tasty I feel like I'm losing my mind." His hands were suddenly hard on her hips dragging the panties down and over her feet so fast they were gone and she was lying bare to him before she'd even managed to whimper.

I felt beautiful and desirable, a feeling I had somewhat forgotten lately. In return, I slid my hands over his chest, pushing my body closer to his. Every rhythm, every movement we made seemed enchanting. I lost myself in the sensation of his skin against mine, in the warmth of his body enveloping me. Finally, I lost track of time. My thoughts slowed down, and each sigh I let out carried me further away. With palpable delicacy, Romain kissed me again, his hands descending over my hips. In a passionate surge, I kissed him more deeply, pulling him towards me. The excitement was at its peak as he lay on top of me, our bodies moving in perfect harmony, as if made for each other. The adrenaline s

Shamelessly, I stared at his hard, muscular body, subconsciously biting my lips as I gazed at his Adonis-like physique. His cock was huge, veiny, and curved against his abs. I couldn't take my eyes off the way his balls dangled as he closed the distance between us. Lingering kisses down my throat, Niccolo hooked my legs around his waist before lining his cock to my entrance and sliding in smoothly. The moan that escaped me as he began to move was low and guttural, as my wet pussy clenched around his thick cock. As Niccolo plowed me hard and raw, erotic delectation flowed through me like a stream. My pussy throbbed as he pulled out then rammed his cock inside me again, paralyzing every logica

He lay back on the bed, closing his eyes. Cassandra pulled his boxers away from him and stroked his erection gently, jerking him off. Eros shut his eyes tighter as his release built. “Cassie, I don’t think I would impress you with my lasting power tonight. Girl, you are driving me nuts.” “I haven’t started yet,” Cassandra whispered in a sexy voice. “I want to get you so high on me that you would fuck me all night.” She leaned forward and flicked her tongue over his cap, Eros gasped; she giggled. Loving how he responded to her touch and teases, she wrapped her lips around his hardness, pushing down, taking him in, inch by inch, until she gagged. She slowly moved up again and started sliding h

The fire flares wildly, my nails dig into his shoulders again, my breath coming out rasping now. "I know what you want, my love. And I'm going to give you all you desire," he promises. "You are mine, just as I am yours. Only you have yet to prove it. You must accept my true nature," he claims softly with a yank on my hair. The pain of his action is lost as I feel his cock pull out of me with a tug. The burning sensation it gives is murderously delicious. Our mixed love juices seep out of me, the room fills with the scent of our horniness. I swear I'm going crazy tonight, these unfamiliar feelings inside me make me forget everything around me except my husband. All those second thoughts will

I responded, my voice a low, husky murmur. I drizzled the sauce on her and she hissed from the sensation of cold sauce on her hot flesh. The viscous chocolate flowed down her thighs, leaving delectable trails for me to lick. The scent of her arousal permeated the room. My aphrodisiac. Xyler’s tongue rolled out of his mouth, looking at the erotic sight in front of us.

Your fingers trace forbidden roads, On my offered body, fragile and strange. Murmurs open like prayers, Trembling intoxication on the edge of the flesh. Shadow embraces shadow in fevered silence, Desire lights up with luminous bursts. In the deep night where our tears merge, Eroticism blooms, wild and soft. --- Chapter 1 — Confessions of a Desire Clémence

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."