Romans & histoires Erotic Prose

“Cover my c*ck with your pus*y juices, you horny little b*tch,’ he panted, hammering into her, turned on by her moans, ’Come on, suck my c*ck wh*re, suck it hard with your sl*t pu*sy. The way you suck my c*ck with your pretty mouth.’ And he sank his teeth into her shoulder, an arm supporting her around the waist, another hand on her full breast, pinching her thick teat that was sore and tender from his brutal ministrations. She moaned and he felt the heat sizzle between them. He pounded her, his heavy balls slapping her thighs, the coarse hairs around his c*ck abrasive against her soft flesh. There was something erotic about the sound of his balls slapping her flesh and her helpless gasps ea

I love contracts, because with them everything is written down, and I can use it as proof, because she will have signed her sentence without escape from the beginning. He had already fucked Erika several times from behind, while looking at her, he could feel her scent and her moans from the strong gallop she had received, but the woman was still being prey to the aphrodisiac. Even with all the sweat she had produced, that incessant act, the woman was still asking for more, submerged in the hell of pleasure.

Sweat dripped from the woman; hot beads, the product of her efforts, fell on his torso. He could smell the sweet scent of her. A delicious fragrance that meshed well with her perfume. It was part of what Terrence liked about her. It made his dick hard and his mouth water. She rode him hard, tits bouncing in time with the motion. He could hear her flesh slapping into his. In a fog of passion he grabbed her roughly, flipping their position so she was underneath. With lustful eyes he lapped up the sight of her flesh as it glistened, an erotic vision under the red glow of the tinted lamp.

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.

Erik in response settled one leg in between my own. “Spread your legs wider, Sweet Rose,” he instructed, withdrawing from my breasts and I, completely weak under him, opened up like a blooming flower. I whimpered when one hand trespassed under my cotton knickers. Erik stretched the inner lips with his two fingers and eased a third one on top my aching bud. “You’re wet already,” he proclaimed, grinning and looking at me with concentrated lust. “You’re torturing me again,” I replied through half-lidded eyes.

“I’m going to wash my hands, and then I’m going to show you how hot and wet my pu**y is for you right now. You are going to watch me make myself come as punishment for making me want you.” Oh, hell yeah. She really had read his essay. Eric climbed to his feet and stood facing the end of the bed to wait. He squirmed. Still wet with lubricant, his ass felt really weird. That anal probe had totally lived up to his expectations. Wow. No wonder Brian had married Myrna.

The- Expand the oral and final scenes with vivid tastes, scents, and bond sensations, adding explicit dirty talk to heighten the erotic tension. taste of us must have been pure sin on his tongue: salty, musky, sweet with my omega honey and heavy with the thick ropes he’d pumped into me three times already. I jolted hard, hips jerking upward involuntarily as fresh overstimulation cracked through me like lightning striking wet ground. My thighs trembled violently around his head, muscles twitching with the maddening push-pull of *too much, never enough, please don’t stop*. The cool stone of the desk beneath my back felt like ice against my fevered skin, a stark contrast that only heightened ev

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.

The fact that she had a pretty face and great body, combined with her inexperience and shyness, got Josephine even hornier. There was something wild, irresistible and purely sexy about that girl. Josephine wanted that soft skin to rub against hers. She couldn't wait to rub her pussy against April's pussy. Oh fuck. The erotic thoughts of her and April in a scissors position, rubbing and pressing their pussies against each other, made the volume her moans and groans increase. She increased the movement of her fingers, brutal thrusting and ramming her fingers into her pussy over and over again, her thumb coming in contact with her sensitive clit with every powerful thrust.

"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