Erotica Book Excerpts Novels & Stories

She flipped it open to a random page, curious to see what was inside. She skimmed a few lines and quickly closed it again, a faint smile on her lips. “Looks like he really read this book,” she murmured under her breath, setting it on the bed. The page she’d opened to describe a sexual scene: the protagonist caressing the other character’s intimate parts in a not-at-all-discreet location. The image brought back exactly what Adam had done to her in the dining room—the bold touch, the risk, the pleasure that had left her trembling. Heat rose through her body again just from the memory.

"His sweet tender lips trail kisses down to the soft creases of my neck, down to my breast......" He begins reciting the erotic paragraph in a low rumble, word-for-word from the book. I can feel my entire body blazing with embarrassment. I quickly jumped up from the bed, flustered beyond belief, and lunge across the space between us, trying desperately to snatch the book away from his hands. Adrian moves his hand holding the book away from my grasp. I desperately lunge for it, but he uses his other arm to hold me back from taking it. Suddenly, I find myself toppling forward right onto his lap, straddling him in the bed.

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

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"Professor—" "Third problem." His fingers left me abruptly, and I whined at the loss. The sound of his belt unbuckling made my stomach flip. "You’re impatient." The zipper followed, the rustle of fabric. Then, thud. Something heavy landed on the desk beside my head. A book. "The Eros Discipline." His voice was a smirk. "Ever read it?" I shook my head, my cheeks flaming. "Pity." His hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head back so I could see the cover—a woman bound in ropes, her body arched in submission. "It’s about a professor who re-educates his student. Sound familiar?"

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Rowan moaned softly. The tentacle between her thighs moved higher, pressing firmly against the damp fabric of her panties. It rubbed once, slowly, then again, mapping her through the cotton with curious intelligence. When a cluster of tiny suckers found her clit and began to pulse in a gentle rhythm, her knees buckled. She caught herself on the reading table, glasses slipping down her nose, face burning with shame and overwhelming arousal. This was wrong. Dangerous. Forbidden. But the book was *alive*. And it was reading *her* every nervous twitch, every shaky breath, every involuntary roll of her hips.

The free swing of her breasts added extra zest to her state of excitement— especially when Dina took a moment to play with them, making her nipples spark with want. Lorraine lay down with her knees up, her feet planted on the vinyl cushion, and her clitty on fire. A heartbeat later, Dr. Melling’s erogenous ass hovered above her face. She clasped the divine, sensitive cheeks, and pulled Dina into a sitting position. She felt the sizzle between her own legs as she began to lick the sweet furrow— Dina’s perfectly poised slit. Her ears went erect when she heard a sigh as crisp as the abandoned notebook: the

Your fingers trace forbidden roads, On my offered body, fragile and strange. Murmurs open like prayers, Trembling intoxication on the edge of the flesh. Shadow embraces shadow in fevered silence, Desire lights up with luminous bursts. In the deep night where our tears merge, Eroticism blooms, wild and soft. --- Chapter 1 — Confessions of a Desire Clémence