Erotic Writer Novels & Stories

I panted, gripping the edge of the counter. He groaned against me and slapped my ass again. “So fucking sweet. You love having your chef on his knees, don’t you?” “I love it,” I gasped. “Don’t stop. I’m gonna come again.” He sucked my clit harder, two fingers sliding back inside me. I came hard within a minute, moaning his name and shaking against his mouth. Marcus stood up, pressing his hard cock against my ass through his pants. “You come so pretty, Adrienne. I could do that all night.”

"When I was browsing a bookshop recently, I came across this. It was being sold openly. The illustrations inside are deeply improper, and the woman depicted in them is my cousin." It was an erotic picture book. The woman's face was never shown, yet her poses were overtly seductive, and a rose-shaped birthmark was on her waist. Eleanor frowned. "What is this? How do you know the woman in these pictures is Charlotte?" Yvonne's voice rang out clearly across the hall. "Because my cousin has the exact same rose birthmark on her waist." The room erupted. Every pair of eyes turned toward me, and the looks on their faces said everything. One moment away from becoming Crown Princess, and now this. Ho

Neil only knows about the problems I faced after separating from my father, so it's quite uncomfortable for me to share my past with Aaron. "Aaron, my life is just like everyone else's. I became an erotic author because I was able to capture readers' attention so readily and because creating sexy books enabled me to make money quickly enough to meet my basic needs." I finished my response with a shrug of my shoulders. Since I didn't want to confide in him, I'll just give a brief overview of my journey to become an erotic novelist. "It's okay if you choose not to tell me, Sara. I know exactly why you find it hard to put your trust in me." He looked serious as he touched the rim of his coffee

Closing my eyes, the pain soon turned to pleasure as he continued moving his fingers, caressing and tapping my sensitive walls making me thrash around. Gasping and breathing heavily, my eyes narrowed with so much pleasure, I spread my legs more allowing him to insert another finger inside, then the pleasure increased. He fastens his movement, his fingers going in and out of me, stretching my hole as he prepares me to accommodate him without pain but I will not back out because of the pain. I want him and I will have him. Feeling him scossors his fingers, stretching me and grazing my walls with his nails, my walls throb and crave for more, my juices gush out making it more erotic for him, my

I had never been a newbie in the art of lovemaking and I wasn’t innocent with porn too—having worked with mostly men in my life in the military and catching them watch porn magazines and videos in secret, so I knew what a man’s appendage for sex looked like. And Eros, well, his was huge. His was...how do I say it...an alpha meat. The feel of him against my folds took me by surprise. He was so full, so long, I felt like a witch riding a special broom with a premium vibrator on. His length hit every spot of my arousal, sending me further up into my peak. I was delirious. I was on a high and this all happened even without being penetrated yet. Fuck. And now, it was one future I certainly antici

I was worried to see her so panting. ― I'm great. Writing about sex is very different from reality,— she blurted out innocently and I flared with curiosity. — Write about sex? So that's what you write? — You got me. — She brought her hands to her face, covering her eyes and blushing with embarrassment. — Explain this to me Manu.— I pulled his fists, revealing the shy smile at the corner of his lips. —I write erotic books. — Manu?!!!! I want to read. You have to show me.— I started kissing her all over.

I fantasize and imagine him thrusting his thick cock into my pussy as I shoved and rammed the plastic cock into my oh-so-wet and slippery cunt over and over again. Fuck. I pleasure myself with the thought and image of Tobias, my breathtaking crush and favourite customer. Tobias was a tall and striking man with a muscular frame and broad chest and shoulders. He had well-shaped facial hair and the most charming smile that could make you breathless. In my erotic and lustful fantasy, I would picture his face buried between my spread thighs as he shoves his thick tongue into my dripping wet pussy, licking and sucking my pussy, eating at my core like a starving man would. I imagine him thrusting h

She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene. Travis's hands grasped her hips, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through her body, as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Are you ready, Sadile?" he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent a jolt of excitement through her. Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that

He studied the title - Watching Me, Watching You - then carefully flipped it open. Words leapt up from the page at him. Words that in his current hyper-sensitised state, carried arousing and magical weight: ‘naked’, ‘moist’, ‘distended’. Every letter, every sound in his head, every nuance of meaning seemed to scream to his cock about the body of the writer herself. ‘You can borrow that if you like,’ Diamanda said, looking up briefly from the wafer-thin portable computer notepad she’d pulled out of her other pocket.

“Well, aside from people in a romantic relationship usually do sweet things with each other, you are an erotic romance writer too.” I wrinkled my brows, “And?” “And that means you have experience. You can’t write something you haven’t experienced yet, right?” “Of course, I can. I write stories based from what I have read, I observed from people, and what I have watched. Writing a sex scene doesn’t mean I already had sex with someone, Natalie. Wait, do you really think I will agree to have sex with someone I am not married with?” Natalie shook her head, “O-Of course not, I-I don’t think of you like that, Sunny.”