Erotic Writer Novels & Stories

The writer's voice was breathless, excited, and incredibly erotic. "He turned as his gaze locked into mine, with an intensity that made my heart stutter. For a moment we both stood there like strangers, our hearts connected. Then he slowly moved closer and closed the distance between us." Pinky felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she imagined the scene. The writer's words painted a picture of a man who knew exactly what he wanted, and how to take it. "He reached out his hand, his fingers brushing my cheek with gentleness. Before I could even react, he pulled me into a deep and hungry kiss. His lips were firmly against mine, demanding, as if he had been waiting for a long time for this."

My fingers slipped inside, through soft curls, and found a scorching, drenched heat. "Keep going," I breathed, my middle finger sliding through her slick folds, circling her entrance. "Nicholas... Nick... don't... I mean..." But her protest was weak, her body arching into my touch. "Keep talking. Tell me how to make her come." "You can... talk to her... tell her she tastes good, that you love it... mash your tongue onto her clit... pulse it in time with your fingers... keep doing that... just like that... yes..."

The promise of the taboo, the agreement we had made, and the sheer audacity of the act reignited the fire in my gut. Even though I had just come, the psychological charge of the situation was too potent. As I stood up and looked down at my cock, I was amazed to see it already stirring, thickening back toward its full nine-inch glory. The anticipation was a powerful aphrodisiac. I quickly showered, the cold water doing nothing to dampen the heat between my legs. I dressed in something simple, my mind racing. I could still smell Lilian on my skin, a reminder of who I belonged to, which only made the prospect of invading Sarah’s space more erotic.

Outside the office window the city moved on, unaware. Ronan fucked him in long, deep strokes that made the desk creak. One hand pinned Emery’s wrists above his head. The other stroked his cock in time. The breeding language never stopped. Low, steady descriptions of claiming him on the very desk where Ronan worked, of leaving him full and marked so the scent of it stayed on his skin. Emery came hard across his own stomach. Ronan kept thrusting through the clench, then buried himself and came with a low groan, hips pressed tight. He stayed inside while they both caught their breath, then pulled out and watched the slow leak of come onto the desk blotter. Emery cleaned it with a tissue, but Ro

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

Her nails, trapped against the wall, scratch against the paint, leaving faint, desperate marks. He fucks her like she’s a sin he’s confessing through flesh. Each thrust is an act of violent absolution, a purging of the twisted desires that have consumed him. He pours his rage, his obsession, his desperate craving into her, making her body bear the weight of his torment. He feels the friction, the wet heat, the slick slide of skin on skin, each movement a testament to his dominance, to her involuntary submission.

I inhaled sharply as two fingers brushed between my legs, right over the mess he’d left inside me. “You’re still dripping,” he murmured. “Still open for me.” I trembled. “You always let strangers fuck you raw when you make a mistake?” His fingers sank into me again, deeper, slower. “No,” I breathed. “Then why me?” I stared at him. He wasn’t just handsome. He was dangerous. The kind of dangerous that made you wet before he even touched you. Everything about him screamed warning, muscle, ink, and a voice like sin. And I still wanted more.

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

He bids me to unfurl my knees and lie back like a Vitruvian man. He paints the soles of my feet, between my toes then over the arch and ankles. My whole being is centered in the tip of the cool fibers as he continues, swirling and caressing every dip and curve of my body. My stomach flutters as he makes his way over first one knee then the other, writing, drawing. I feel letters being teased onto me, then shapes and waves. I am losing myself in this slow careful ecstasy. At last the brush swoops over my mons, intertwining with my own curling fibers. My pussy is slick with desire now, and I wish he would dip into me. I open my legs as wide as I can and tense my buttocks, forcing my entrance h

“Erotic romance is a difficult theme to work with, and few are the talented writers who understand the essence of the theme. I deeply respect those who write, break taboos, and surpass their barriers!” Winking at me, Patrik approached again, making me take a few steps back until I fell into the executive chair. He crouched in front of me, placing his hands on my knees. “And I'm curious about the rest of your book, Mrs. Lis… We'll work on this project every day after work, and don't worry.” Smiling seductively, he added, “Your overtime will be well rewarded.” Squeezing a little higher on my thighs, he stood up and left the room, leaving me paralyzed and excited by his words.