Erotic Story Tag Novels & Stories

“Good. We have safe words. They are very important. The standard ones are Green, Yellow, and Red. Green means everything is good… keep going. Yellow means slow down or check in… I’m close to my limit. Red means stop everything right now, no questions. Use them whenever it is too much and you can’t handle it anymore. I will stop immediately. No hesitation. Your safety and comfort comes first… always” He paused behind her, close enough that she felt his body heat. “We will also have a non-verbal signal if your mouth is too occupied. You can tap my arm or leg three times fast. That means the same as Red. Understand?” “Yes” she whispered. “Other things you need to know” he continued, “Aftercare

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

Disclaimer: This is an erotic story that contains explicit, spicy, and sexual content intended for mature audiences only. If you are under the age of 17 or uncomfortable with adult themes, we kindly advise you not to proceed. However, if you’re of legal age and enjoy such stories, then welcome—and enjoy the experience. Chapter 1

“Talk if you want a taste of this.” “I know the components of the containers headed for the border, sir,” I ramble, breaking all the work ethics. Try sticking to work ethics when you are dripping wet, and all your body can think of is two delicious cocks in front of you. “I also know Mikhail Petrov, your father, isn’t dead.” “Good girl,” First Guy praises and pecks my lips. He turns to Thirst Trap, who’s also out of his pants and is stroking his full cock. “Untie her.”

He sucked with a sudden, violent intensity, his tongue lashing against the bud like a whip. The orgasm hit her like an explosion. Ruth-Ann's body went rigid, her head snapping back as a high, piercing scream tore from her throat. Her pussy clamped down on his tongue, milking him, as waves of hot, honeyed fluid erupted from her, soaking his face and chest.

She was already slurring from the intensity, thin threads of saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth and forming a small puddle on the table. The girl shuddered violently several times. A few weak waves of thin white fluid shot from the head of her little cock, spraying onto the edge of the table. She was flipped onto her back again. Her sweat-soaked white shirt hung uselessly around her waist, while most of her smooth back was covered in fine beads of sweat and the red erotic marks left by the man when he had leaned over her for fierce kisses. Her fair, supple buttocks were almost completely exposed, her tight little hole slapped red by the repeated impact of his heavy, dark balls. Be

Eros Draeger My name is Eros, Eros Chaz Draeger, and I am an incubus. I take the life force from humans during the act of sex, and my master, the devil, takes a portion of it from me during sleep from the rune tattoo I have on my back. It can take the complete life force from any mortal who lays eyes upon it so I have to be cautious or leave a string of dead humans in my wake.

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

“Really?” “Really.” Eric crushed his mouth against Tom’s, his energy suddenly returning to him full throttle. His blood surged into his dick, and he could feel Tom’s erection growing against his thigh. Eric pushed his tongue past his lover’s lips savagely, the need and passion overtaking him as he entangled with Tom. The relief of dodging an arrest—even an unfounded one—filled him with an urgency to get as close to Tom as he could. He knew what he wanted from him.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************