Erotic Writting Novels & Stories

“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.

She wiggled her hips, trying to get every bit of his rigid flesh inside her. His wet, slippery fingers dug into her hips in a bruising grip. He growled, low, "Don't move or you'll finish this way before the real fun begins." He moved in languid, sensual strokes at first, slowly pulling all the way out until only the tip, then pushing back in. His strokes were slow and gentle, as if trying to imprint every sensation into his memory, and the perfect angles hit all her sweet spots. His forehead rested on her shoulder, his heavy puffs of breath covering her skin as he moved inside her.

Eve​r‌y w‍ithdrawa‌l dragged her puff‌y inner lips outward. They clung d⁠esperately to his veiny shaft. The‌n he s​lammed‍ back in​. He churned h‌er cream into thick w‍hite froth​. It bubbled​ and squirted out a‌ro​und his cock with ev‍ery str‌oke. Long sticky string‍s of her a​rousal dangled from his s‌winging balls‍.

“Rub your clit. I want to feel you come on my cock.” I slide my hand between us, finding my clit and rubbing in fast circles. “Damon, I’m close…” “Come for me. Come on my cock like a good little wolf.” The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave. I scream his name, my pussy clenching around him so hard he groans. “Fuck, yes. Just like that.” He’s moving faster now, chasing his own release. “I’m going to fill you up, Maya. Going to pump you full of my cum. Mark you inside and out.”

She would never admit it. Weaver crouched behind her, pressed his face against her ass. While squeezing her hips, he lapped her sodden pleats, daubed his tongue around the hard nub of her clit. A tremor ran through her thick thighs as she whined in ecstasy. A sweet, tangy cream flowed over his tongue. He loved her taste, drank deeply of her essence. Lacy felt a maelstrom of pleasure threatening to overwhelm her. She resisted it with all she had, but it surged in her with a mind of its own. How was he so good at this? A scant few minutes and he already had her on the edge. Weaver swabbed his tongue around her weeping hole, thumb rubbing light circles around her clit. Torturously edging her. H

‘Did I really let that THING enter me in the past? I must be a superhero. “Don’t worry,” Eric reassured. “You ate my d*ck quite fine before. You’d survive.” Is that a way to comfort me? Either way, I don’t want to stop in the middle. So, I nodded my head and said, “D-Do it.” Eric frowned and cursed undertone. He brushed his hair upwards and whispered, “Damn. You’re an aphrodisiac to me. Sh*t.” Eric rubbed his glans, touching my entrance. Then he began to push the tip of his glans carefully.

He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

No…’ Her wolf cried helplessly. She tried to summon up a fresh burst of self-loathing, but she was too mentally drained to even care and didn’t reply her wolf. Her delicate face scrunched up with pent-up desire as she felt heat permeate her body, especially the spot between her legs. She began to quake, holding off the impending convulsions which would send her to oblivion. Her nipples hardened almost painfully now, and her cream trickled onto Simeon’ tongue. The man took the sign as encouragement, redoubling his efforts. He plunged his fingers all the way inside her and nipped at her clitoris hard as she felt herself lose control.

I tried to pull her hands off her face, but she just wouldn't let it go, making me giggle. “You're adorable, mate.” “I think that book was written by Eros.” Cherry further explained of her own accord. “Continue.” I encouraged her. “You'd rather hear stories about Nuu-Chah's haven than we make love?” “No. I want both.” I grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide for access. “What did you do up there?” I asked, pushing her lacy underwear to the side and swallowing at her sweet-scented pussy. After brushing the tip of my nose on her slit and clit for a while, I took a pause and fired a warning look at her.