Erotica Book Excerpts Novels & Stories

Antonio’s kiss on her neck lingered, and the hands he wrapped around her waist seemed to be there even without his presence. “What am I suddenly…feeling this way….”. She opened her eyes and exhaled hotly. She could feel the wetness overflowing and her clits drumming and kicking for a touch. “Not now, this…this…is bad…should I?” She sat up and looked down. “I have to keep myself busy and my mind away from any erotic thoughts”. She walked to her small bookshelf and found a novel by a talented writer, CAROLUCHY. Unfortunately, it was an erotica novel. Doris gave it to her as a birthday gift years ago, and she never opened it, the deceit there is the title didn’t hint on the nature of the novel.

Spit ran down my chin onto his balls. “Tell me what you saw that you shouldn’t have,” I said between sucks. “The chapter is called ‘What I Shouldn’t Have Seen.’ So tell me.” Caleb breathed heavier. “Last week… I saw you through your window. You left the blinds open a little. You were touching yourself on your bed. Legs spread wide. Playing with your tits and fingering your pussy.” My pussy squeezed around his fingers. “You watched me?” “Yeah. I stood there stroking my cock while you came. I felt guilty but I couldn’t stop.”

It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and josh I picked it up and started to read it, I couldn’t hold it anymore, I bit my lips and my eyes narrowed as I could feel my wetness,drip down my legs. I needed the release, with or without the cute guy, I sat on the singular chair there, spreading my legs and rubbing my swollen clit,I made sure I kept my moans muffled. I was interrupted by someone clearing their throat,my eyes widened at the cute guy staring at me. “Don’t stop” his voice husky as I could see the dick bulging against his zipper.

Antonio’s kiss on her neck lingered, and the hands he wrapped around her waist seemed to be there even without his presence. “What am I suddenly…feeling this way….”. She opened her eyes and exhaled hotly. She could feel the wetness overflowing and her clits drumming and kicking for a touch. “Not now, this…this…is bad…should I?” She sat up and looked down. “I have to keep myself busy and my mind away from any erotic thoughts”. She walked to her small bookshelf and found a novel by a talented writer, CAROLUCHY. Unfortunately, it was an erotica novel. Doris gave it to her as a birthday gift years ago, and she never opened it, the deceit there is the title didn’t hint on the nature of the novel.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

“Come for me, sweet girl. Let me feel this pretty pussy pulse. Drench my hand. Show me how badly you’ve wanted this.” The orgasm hit slow and deep, like a wave that started in my toes and rolled upward until it crashed. I cried out, my thighs clamping around his wrist, and walls fluttering wildly around his fingers as slick heat gushed over his palm. He kept moving, drawing it out until I was trembling, whimpering, oversensitive. When the aftershocks finally eased he withdrew his fingers, brought them to his mouth, and sucked them clean while holding my gaze. “You taste like sin,” he said quietly.

He had prepared the book already, it was an erotic one with just the right things he wanted to hear her read. He dropped the book onto the bed, grabbed Ethel and dropped her into the bed in a way that she laid with her ass to the ceiling and her boobs pressed into the bed. Alpha Carl got on top of her and pressed his hard dick in between her ass cheeks. "Start reading, Angel" he kissed on her neck lingeringly just as he slid his dick to her wet pussy. "Oh my" her voice trembled as she opened the book with shaky hands "You are not reading yet, Angel. Page 3, start from page 3"

“Oh yes, fill me up, my prince! Fill this fucking pussy!” He thrust upward, feral, relentless. “Oh, Emma… I’ll never get enough of you.” Half an hour later, he carried me to the bed—his bed. The one meant for her. This time, he slowed down, making love to me, kissing me deeply as my legs wrapped around his waist. Alaric worshipped my body until dawn. I fell asleep sore, happy, and completely sated. It was the perfect revenge. [Author here😊 Please I need your reviews on the book. Good or bad I need them all!!]

I саught glimpses оf tоnguеѕ tоuсhing оthеr tоnguеѕ, nipples being ѕuсkеd and licked оn, erotic moans and loud cries filled the car as hands disappeared inside dresses followed by the erotic sounds of fingers rubbing against pussy. Fuck. I was so turned on, my cock kept straining in my trousers. At the cottage, thеу girls immеdiаtеlу headed fоr the bedroom аnd I fоllоwеd the trail оf discarded clothing and underwear on the floor.

Heat rushed between her legs, and she felt her pussy start to get wet. Professor Kane began the lecture right on time. His voice was steady and professional as he talked about symbolism in the assigned reading. Sara tried to focus, but her eyes kept drifting to his hands. Those same hands that had gripped her thighs and pushed his fingers deep inside her. She squeezed her legs together under the desk. The pressure only made it worse. Her clit throbbed, and fresh slickness coated her panties. Within minutes, she was soaked. The fabric stuck to her swollen lips, and every small movement sent a jolt of need through her.