Erotic Tale Novels & Stories

*Centuries ago, a time where Vampires, sphinx and werewolves lived together in peace, love and harmony, until evil covered the cloud of Transylvania* My name is Luther, I'm a vampire from the old world, I am over 400 years old, I lived in Transylvania, my father was the over Lord (Dracula) my mom was a werewolf (Tania) from Romania (another city where werewolves and other creatures live) but died 200 years after my younger sisters' birth, her name is Annabelle, she is 300 years old, I was to be dad's successor but everything changed when my father was killed, it was the day of my inauguration, we were ambushed by our own people, sects of disloyal elves and Sphinx, and it all turned out to b

she asked, walking close to me, I knew what she was playing at, but the only person I could think of was Tory still. She placed her lips on mine, I had missed what she tasted like a little bit, honey, I always teased her that she could start a honey company and the production will come from her lips. I kissed her back, it was rough and intense,I picked her up and threw her on the bed, getting my cock out of my briefs. There was a dick hole in her lingerie, I quickly shoved all of it into her, she was wet, readily wet. “Fuck” she moaned ,closing her eyes and biting her lower lips, Tory had done the same thing earlier today. There I was thinking about Tory again

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)

In the next series, it will be an explosive and infuriatingly hardcore Gay short erotica stories compilation where filthy boys and dangerously hungry men chasing the very thing they shouldn’t crave. They just want to be ruined, reshaped and overly pleased because their bodies bleed and burn with an obsession that runs deeper for any cure, except one. High voltage desires to have their tight cracks shed apart, rimmed with sizes they never imagined exist and their girths straining, covered with slick. You’ll be left glancing through the pages in the most hidden corner of the world where no one would see you squirming. If you will be reading with a partner, fair warning: you’ll either test thei

He puts me down and puts his hand on my stomach. “I will order the guards tomorrow to distribute gold coins in my whole kingdom. I am so happy. Thank you so much, my dove”. Eric says and again kisses me on my lips. A few days later “Where are you taking me, Eric?” I ask him. He is taking me somewhere but he is not letting me see anything. He has covered my eyes with his fingers. I was sleeping in my room when he came and woke me up. He told me that he wants to show me something. I am so excited and curious to know where he is taking me. I have asked too many times but he is not telling me.

I want readers feel the story, not just read words. The story is also very adult, yes, maybe some people think it is too much. But for me, the erotic part is not only sex. Is feelings, is trust, is power, is danger and love together. I want readers to feel that Ria and Luca love each other, not only in kisses, but in body, in mind, in heart. Every moment of intimacy is story too, it show connection, it show how much they survive together, how much they trust each other. I hope readers feel that too.

Her skin glowed in the orange light. “Bataille,” he began, walking toward her slowly, “posits that the ultimate erotic act is one that mirrors death, a little death. A dissolution of the self through excess, through the violent breaking of boundaries.” He stopped inches from her. “Pain is one such boundary. The body’s warning system. To embrace it, to transform it into pleasure, is a profound transgression.” He reached out and took her hand, leading her not to the rug, but to his desk. He guided her to stand beside it.

"I don't mind telling the story. First, you have to know that Eric and I are deeply in love, and this isn't about me having romantic feelings toward Dexter. This is purely sexual." She cleared her throat, seeming to gather her thoughts before continuing. "So, for longer than I can remember, I've been a size queen. It's hard to describe, but think of it as nymphomania, but only for large cocks. It's not something that I can control when it takes over, and after hurting my husband repeatedly and trying everything we could think of, we finally managed to reach a place where we were doing okay." "That's when the incident with Dex happened that I told you about," Nicole added.

I hovered over her, watching her wake. All the elixir, even liquor and the aphrodisiac that I gave her did not last long and there was no mark on her soft skin as there should have been, besides their bodies, their hands in sets, joined to face his strength, amidst the thunderous strength of their bodies. All the strange things that could happen, the excitement, the desire, the strength, all the willingness, with the energy that would come and go, with the advancement of their bodies. Perhaps burlesque dancers had secret powers.

Everything about him was driving me crazy ; I was so attracted to him that I fantasised about wiping the sweat from his face away with his handkerchief while we talked. Sometime during my second week he called me to his office. He was having problems with his computer and told me the IT guy was on summer vacation. He asked me for my help and I came up behind him, seizing the occasion to escalate things. His computer was malfunctioning and I told him to open the task manager to see if something was acting up – he did not know what that was, so I took a leap of faith. He had his hand on the mouse and instead of telling him how to open the task manager, I placed my hand directly on his and did