Erotic Read Novels & Stories

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His hand guided it, steady and firm, her body clenching around it as she trembled from his touch. “Read,” he said, stepping back, his eyes dark and hungry. “And keep going.” She grabbed the diary, her hands shaking, and opened it, her voice unsteady. “I want him to push me onto his desk,” she read, her hips rocking against the toy as he held it inside her. “I want him to spread my legs and take me, to make me scream his name.” He groaned again, louder this time, his knuckles white as he gripped the desk. “Fuck, Eva,” he said, his voice raw. “You’re so perfect, fucking yourself for me. Move it faster. Show me how much you want it.”

This is an explicit adult anthology intended for mature readers only. It contains highly steamy, graphic scenes of lesbian sex between consenting adult women. --- In the heat of forbidden cravings and stolen moments, women surrender to their deepest, wettest desires. Sapphic Desires is a scorching collection of passionate W/W erotica, where soft curves press together, eager tongues explore, and trembling bodies lose themselves in raw, dripping pleasure. From a defiant student’s impulsive kiss in her strict teacher’s office—leading to hungry fingers, sucking lips on aching nipples, and intense, moaning climaxes—to an unexpected visitor who joins the fray, turning shock into a slick,

Almost immediately, a wet tongue grazed by my nipple before pouncing on my boob like a savage. I moaned. As soon as I opened my mouth, an erection slid in. For a second I froze, taking it all in. The excitement that had been bottling inside of me all night burst open, and I set to work. Just like I had watched in countless videos, I welcomed that cock and savored its taste and scent. Then let it slide out with a loud pop. I reached my hand to grab it, and had barely begun to work it when I felt someone slap it away.

Tattoos covering his neck. He claimed the spot on my other side, powerful thigh shoving mine open an inch, knee pressing insistent against lace, gaze burning into my soul as his callused fingers brushed my inner wrist. "Look at you, Darcie, owning this whole damn room like the queen you are," he rasped, voice deep thunder rumbling through me. "Pure fucking addiction, the kind that wrecked my control in college, had me on my knees begging for your screams. I'm ready to worship every dripping inch of you. Just say the word.”

The contrast of his rough, masculine hand against her soft, porcelain skin was the most erotic thing Ruth-Ann had ever experienced. "There," he whispered, his voice thick with a hunger he could barely suppress. He began to do up her buttons, one by one, his knuckles grazing the valley between her breasts with every movement. "You're alright now. He's gone." "Thank you," she sniffled. Ryder reached up and cupped her face, his thumb wiping away a stray tear. The intensity between them was hotter than lava, a magnetic pull that was impossible to ignore. Ruth-Ann leaned into his palm, her eyes fluttering shut as she breathed in the scent of him.

I was wet. Profoundly, embarrassingly wet. I could feel the slickness. "Look," Derek said, pointing with his chin. "She's enjoying this. Look at her." All eyes dropped between my legs. My face burned, but I didn't close my thighs. I let them look. Let them see the physical proof of my arousal. Ethan leaned in, his lips at my ear. "Are you? Are you enjoying this, my gorgeous girl?" I could only nod, a tiny, frantic movement.

Lira speaks. My eyes flutter between opening and closing as I try to stay conscious. “You’re incredible, baby. So responsive… so fucking delicious.” She slides down my body, kissing every inch—my cum-smeared lips, my throat, sucking marks onto my tits until I’m arching and whimpering. My body tingles, wanting more of her touch. This is unarguably the most alive I’ve been. And for a moment, I am glad that the book I’d found wasn’t some motivational book on how I needed to find my inner voice before I could find my outer one.