Erotic True Story Novels & Stories

Then he descended—slow—passing over one of her breasts, making Lucy hold her breath. "Bondage. Discipline. Submission. Pleasure… and control," Eros said in a low voice. "That's what it offers you." Lucy's eyes went wide in horror, and she shot up, pushing the chair back slightly. "Are you like Christian Grey?" "What?" "Yeah. That guy from the movies—the one that was a book first. There's no way you don't know him. He's super famous." Eros's arousal deflated instantly. He rolled his eyes and set the whip down on the desk.

She had a feeling that being an Ultima Alpha she-wolf played a major role in how she was able to acquire both of her mates. “Tell me to stop and I will,” he whispered softly in her ear. Rain melted in his arms, knowing that neither of them had any intentions on stopping the intense urges that they each were feeling. There was no way in hell she was going to ask him to stop. She wanted all of him. Instead of responding, she grabbed his face gently and kissed him passionately. She gasped when he picked her up and lowered her to the ground in a soft patch of grass. He started kissing her neck, a sweet trail of kisses moving down her body until he reached just above her navel. He undid her pants

One phone call from Eric and my life here could turn into something I could not control. Eric shifted on the bed. He moved closer to the edge so he could reach me better. His other hand came down and pulled at the waistband of my pants. I did not help him. I also did not stop him. He worked the cloth down just enough to free me. Then his bare hand wrapped around my dick. Warm skin against skin. He stroked me slowly from the base to the tip. “See?” he whispered. “You are hard for me. You can say you do not want it but your body tells the truth.”

He continued, voice dropping lower. “An erotic novel. Quite explicit. The heroine was bent over her boss’s desk, skirt around her waist, getting fucked hard while he called her a dirty little slut.” My cheeks burned bright red. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I had been reading during my short break, thinking no one would return. I opened my mouth to apologize, but no words came out. Adrian stood up slowly and walked around the desk like a predator. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form.

She didn't know what made her do that but all she knows is that she fucking wants more of him. The kiss intensifies and soon... Eric finds himself having a second boner. Holy shit!!!!

pouted Ruby. Eric stroked her cheek and said, “You’re my bride, my wife, my princess consort, my love, and my everything.” “Eric, please. Tell me the truth.” “I love you. I love you so much Ruby. But since you won’t believe me, I can only show you instead. I think it’s a better option, in my opinion,” said Eric as his lips smothered her to a kiss. “Only your body can be honest with me.” “I believe you,” moaned Ruby.

Eric said, “Of course, you will act well and your movie will also be a hit.” Jasmine looked at him. She frowned, “So sure?” Eric declared, “You are Eric Varghese's wife, you have to be perfect." Jasmine laughed and said, “Mr. Eric, no one is perfect in this world.” Eric made eye contact with Jasmine's eyes and said, “But as seen from my eyes, you are perfect in every way. Eric flirted with Jasmine. Said while holding her hand. "Are you talking about my perfect body, Mr. Varghese, but you have never seen me without clothes, right?" Jasmine said to Eric.

he hissed, his hips twitching upward. I smiled wickedly and moved back up to kiss him again, but Viktor quickly flipped us so I was on my back once more. He began his own exploration with renewed hunger, licking down my neck, between my breasts, over my stomach, and finally, spreading my legs wide. His tongue traced long, wet stripes up my dripping pussy, tasting me thoroughly before focusing on my swollen clit. Intense pleasure shot through me, and I cried out, fingers tangling desperately in his hair as my hips bucked against his mouth.

I tried to pull back quickly, but his grip was a steel vice, holding me in place, right where he wanted me. The door handle turned. And then it opened. "Fucking hell..." This can't be fucking happening. I heard the distinct, heavy footsteps of two men walking in, their voices were low and absorbed in some project discussion only God knew about. I stayed frozen under the desk, his huge cock still buried deep inside my mouth, my lips stretched tight around his girth. My heart raced so fast I could feel the frantic beat throbbing against my throat. This can't be happening. These guys were right here, maybe ten feet away. They were pulling out chairs and seating down while I was kneeling on the

The forest around us seemed to fade, replaced by the thumping rhythm of our joined hearts. You see, Erico and I had slept together once before, but it hadn't been a memorable experience for me. It was my first time, incredibly painful and traumatic, marred by fear and a sense of being overwhelmed. The bleeding had seemed endless, preventing us from going to the utmost, from reaching our climax, leaving me with a lingering sense of unfulfillment and a deep-seated apprehension. The memory still carried a phantom ache, a ghost of discomfort that could easily resurface, especially when our passion escalated so quickly.