Novel & Cerita Erotica Book Excerpts

Chapter 1 My legs were spread apart as I laid down on my bed completely naked. I grabbed unto my sheet as my eyes rolled to the back, I moaned out loudly, knowing fully well no one could possibly hear me, not with the music I was blasting. I pushed the vibrator deeper into myself, my legs shaking as it went in. I kept my pacing slow, letting my body enjoy it, I even teased myself as I went. I started picturing it was him, driving deep into me.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

As Sheri pulled on herself, her pussy lips started to pull apart, sticky tendrils of pussy juice hanging from one to the other, the glistening pink interior just visible, the small tattoo of three strawberries above everything. Charles was very close with his camera as Sheri began to softly stroke her pussy lips, dipping the tip of her finger between them into herself momentarily, withdrawing it to show that it was glistening as she continued to softly stroke her furled, wrinkled pussy lips which slowly but surely began to unfurl, like a butterfly's wings opening when it emerged from the chrysalis into the world, spreading to invite life, the glistening pink interior sparkling with her juice

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

her pulse still thrumming through swollen tissues. She woke with a start hours later, the afternoon sun slanting harsh through the blinds, her body a map of discovery—thighs sticky, sheets crusted in places, the air stale with dried musk. Charlotte's hand was still trapped between her legs, fingers pruned and tacky, her pussy lips tender to the slightest shift. A flush crept up her neck as memories flooded back, vivid and unfiltered: the way her clit had pulsed under her thumb, the obscene stretch of three fingers, the endless chain of climaxes that left her wrung out like a rag. *I did that to myself. All night.* Shame prickled, but hotter beneath it, hunger stirred—her clit twitched at the

By the end of the night, I was a cum-covered, smiling mess on the antique rug. But this was only the first night. The next would be Victorian. Then Ancient Rome. Then a dark Medieval fantasy. Each era would bring new men, new ways to use me, new ways to break me. And I couldn’t wait. As I lay there, covered in cum, Sarah knelt beside me and whispered: “The deeper you go, the harder it becomes to come back, Lila.” I smiled up at her, my eyes hazy with lust. “I don’t want to come back.”

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

Clothes fell away, one piece at a time and in a blink they were both stark naked. Something tightened inside me. Heat curled low in my stomach, My thighs pressed together as that familiar ache stirred inside me. I could already feel the pulsating sensation in my already wet pussy. I watched the man on the tv spread the lady's legs apart, his dainty fingers slowly trailed to her sleek dripping pussy and he began trailing circles around it while his mouth and other hand worked wonders on her D cup breasts. The woman's moans of ecstasy filled the room. I was salivating. My mind drifted… unwanted…uninvited… Dominic!

He tossed the book onto the bed beside her, its pages splayed open to an illustration of a woman arched beneath a man, his cock buried deep inside her. Ánh Nguyệt's breath hitched. Her fingers twitched against the sheets. "Look at it," Duy Nam commanded, voice low. She did. The arousal was instant—her cheeks flushed, her lips parted. The detailed sketches left nothing to imagination: limbs tangled, mouths open in pleasure, the slick slide of bodies. Duy Nam didn't wait. He pushed her back, his palm rough against the delicate fabric of her robe. "Tell me you don't want this." She couldn't.