Erotic Writting 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."

Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head, and her mouth hung open, as she bucked and thrashed, while the waves of pain/pleasure rolled over her. All of the thrashing around was enough to also push Iris over the edge, as she came in an explosive climax. As Iris shuddered and shook, all the while buried to the hilt in Mrs. Mark.'s ass, Elias stopped beating her ass to marvel at the two women caught in the throes of their own passion. Finally, Iris, almost reluctantly, began to pull her cock out of Mrs. Mark.'s ass.

Tattoos covering his neck. He claimed the spot on my other side, powerful thigh shoving mine open an inch, knee pressing insistent against lace, gaze burning into my soul as his callused fingers brushed my inner wrist. "Look at you, Darcie, owning this whole damn room like the queen you are," he rasped, voice deep thunder rumbling through me. "Pure fucking addiction, the kind that wrecked my control in college, had me on my knees begging for your screams. I'm ready to worship every dripping inch of you. Just say the word.”

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

But the master bedroom , Alora’s pristine, luxurious bed was where the real intensity hit. That night, Derick laid me down on her silk sheets and spent hours claiming me. He tied my wrists to the headboard with his belt, fucked me slow and deep until I was begging, then harder, pounding me into the mattress with raw, possessive strokes. He marked my breasts and inner thighs with bruising sucks and bites. He made me say it out loud while I came: “I’m your whore, Derick… I belong to you, not her.” I came so many times I lost count, my voice hoarse, body trembling with exhaustion and overwhelming pleasure. Guilt still flickered somewhere deep inside me, but it was drowned out by raw, addictive

I groaned, my hips almost shaking violently. "Ugh…there's no need to resist…if you wanna cum…then just cum…" the bitch suddenly picked up the pace that my lower body almost shuddered. "Shit….you really taste like strawberries…this was a great…idea…after all…" "Ngh….you keep talking about strawberries…ahhh…I'm I tastier ... .than those ... .berries….?" Erideessa pulled away from my shaft temporarily, licking her lips seductively while looking into my eyes. A teasing smirk was plastered in those plump lips.

Thumbs brushed my nipples too soft. His eyes finally came up to meet mine, and there was nothing boyish in them anymore. “God help me. Yes.” I leaned in close enough that he could feel my breath against his jaw, close enough that one more inch would end whatever was left of the line between us. “Then stop wiping floors,” I whispered, “and come find out what I taught myself to do in the dark, thinking about you.” I grabbed his wrists. “Not like that. Like you mean it.”

Step into a raw, no-holds-barred world of hardcore er*tica where every craving is dragged into the light and f*cked senseless. This explicit collection delivers nasty, dripping-wet stories packed with rough, filthy encounters — from dominant males claiming their willing (and unwilling) girls, to twisted group gangbang, taboo power exchanges, and degrading pleasures that leave bodies sore, dripping, and begging for more. No vanilla bullshit here. Expect graphic c*cks slamming deep, sloppy holes stretched and used, dirty talk that would make a whore blush, cum-soaked endings, and all the nasty kinks that cross every line. All here. These tales don’t tease — they pound you relentlessly

Then I opened my legs wider for him, resisting the overwhelming urge to close them and hide. The cool air against my wet folds made me shiver. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, voice low and rough. My face burned with humiliation, but I obeyed again. My fingers moved between my folds, smearing my abundant juices around my already swollen clit. The wet sound was embarrassingly loud in the quiet room. I closed my eyes tightly, unable to bear the intensity of his stare. “Open your eyes,” he snapped. “And do not hide your moans.” I forced my eyes open, releasing my bitten lip. Soft, embarrassed whimpers escaped me as I circled my clit faster. My hips began to rock against my hand without permission.

“And I love romance. I love it all. What a hybrid.” “I’ll quite willingly write filth for you, if you’d like that,” I told her, my heat taking hold. “I’ll write about all the seedy disgusting games I’d like to play with you, handing them over as an instruction manual when you walk in through the door. How about that? Here’s the chapter for the day, sweetheart. Spread your legs so I can stretch your tight little cunt wide and take photos of you gagged like a whore, here’s the screen play.”