Erotic Prose Novels & Stories

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. . "Cassie's POV" . I slumped lower in my seat during Professor Roll’s lecture, doodling absentmindedly in the margin of my notebook while trying not to think about the email I’d received that morning.

Addictive. He kissed Theo’s neck softly, open-mouthed, tasting salt and warmth. “You’re going to ruin me,” he whispered against damp skin. His hand finally began to move on Theo’s cock — long, luxurious strokes that matched the slow grind of their hips. Thumb swirling over the head on every upstroke, spreading the leaking pre-cum down the shaft.

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 shivered, hips subtly shifting, pressing toward warmth, toward touch, toward the thrill of being seen, desired, wanted. Marissa leaned closer, lips brushing my shoulder. I gasped softly, trembling, pulse racing. Darren’s hand pressed firmly into my lower back, guiding, steadying, teasing. I felt the heat pool between my thighs, spread through my belly, radiate up to my chest. Every nerve ending burned, alive with the exquisite tension of what was allowed, what was forbidden, what was possible.

Hello, my daring readers, I trust the previous story still lingers on your skin. As the synopsis teased, this book is packed with the most thrilling, wickedly sensual erotic tales I’ve ever created—raw, intensely steamy stories that don’t hold back, written for one purpose: your deepest, most delicious pleasure. If you crave mature, unfiltered adult erotic romance, then yes… this book is absolutely for you. *********** NEW STORY TITLE: Threesome Therapy (Group Fuck)

The scent of him—cologne, paper, faint arousal—filled the space. His zipper rasped quietly. “Take me out.” Her hands trembled as she freed him—already hard, thick, curving up against his stomach. She wrapped her fingers around the base, tongue darting out to lick the bead of precome from the tip. He exhaled slowly above her, pen scratching across a paper as he began grading. “No rushing,” he murmured. “You’re going to warm my cock with that pretty mouth for the next two hours. Slow. Worship it. And if anyone knocks… you don’t stop.”

“I need you, Eric. Please… I’m sorry… it is lovely… but I need you inside me… please.” He crawled up over my body and kissed me, his hard c*ck poking against my groin, bumping my cl*t and p*ssy lips. He moved his lips to my breasts, sucking my n*ppl*s, and I moaned, again. I felt his c*ck moving over my sl*t and looked down between our bodies. His hand was rubbing his hard c*ck along my sl*t, the head of his c*ck was slick with my juices, and I moaned again.

I cried out louder, my hands gripping the edge of the desk as waves of pleasure washed over me. Damien's hands moved to my breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of my blouse. I could feel my nipples hardening, aching for his touch. He trailed kisses up my stomach, his tongue circling my navel before moving higher. He pushed my blouse aside, exposing my bra. With a swift movement, he unclasped it, freeing my breasts. His mouth captured one nipple, sucking it while his hand played with the other. I whimpered, my body writhing under his touch, my pleasure building to a crescendo.

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..."

It was massive, veiny, and leaking a clear drop of precum from the tip hole. He slowly grabbed my hand and placed it on his hot, hard flesh. My body shivered at the contact, electric sparks dancing across my skin. He was burning hot, pulsing with life, and the precum glistened on the tip, looking like liquid gold. I slowly wrapped my fingers around his thick cock marveling at the size of him. "And now," he whispered, guiding my hand, "stroke it for me." He said. I began to move my hand up and down against his hard length, my thumb brushing over his sensitive slit, spreading the precum around the crown. I was fascinated by him, by the power he held over me.