Erotica Historical Novels & Stories

They were also filthy rich and were amongst the top 10 list of most eligible, rich and youngest bachelor in town. Every lady craved them and constantly threw themselves at their feets. I wondered why, until, I caught Killian, during the company's 10th year anniversary party in the restroom, using just his finger to make Brittany, a fellow worker cum like crazy. Her legs were literally shaking, tears rolling down her cheeks as his fingers pumped into her hard. Afterwards, he made her kneel and suck his cock. Killian fucked her throat hard, gripping her neck tightly till she couldn't breathe and was coughing badly.

He curled behind me protectively, lifting my top leg hook over his arm for access, sliding his cock lazily deep from behind. I gasped. He whispered words of love and promises to me and he pushed in and out of me. And with that, we both came together. We lay sweaty, fingers resting over our belly, his breath steady on my neck. "I love you Alpha Erica,” he whispered.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

Orla admitted she was a very eager student—his pleasure was hers, and hers was his. There had been nights when they had lain on the divans and Arni had shown her the beautifully illustrated plates in the ancient copy of the Kama Sutra he had told her he had bought as a young man in a bazaar. It had originally been the property of a maharaja whose library had been sold, he had explained to her, and was of immense cultural and financial value.

I was shocked by it. Then the worst hit. Scrolling deeper, I found older threads—not just our recent exploits, but confessions of her past. Fantasies she’d acted out before we met: elaborate scenarios with different men and women, positions drawn from ancient texts, bodies entwined in ways I’d never imagined. She described missing the freedom, the variety, the sheer physical artistry of it all. And there it was—the term she used repeatedly: Kama Sutra queen. Not the modern myth of endless acrobatic positions, but the deeper essence: a woman who had once embraced pleasure as an art form, balancing desire with skill and abandon. My cock hardened instantly, painfully erect, throbbing with a mix

I typed carefully again: “EROTICA NOVEL…” Suggestions filled the screen. Some titles were flowery and romantic, full of soft promises and long courtships. Others were blunt. One in particular sat near the top of the list, its cover image dark and suggestive, the title in bold white letters: “50 EROTICA COMPILATIONS, WRITTEN BY WORLDCUP.

“Although the erotic scenes are beautifully written, the plot is hella boring.” Theo let out a deep chuckle, leaning back on the couch. “Finally, someone that gets it. I mean, it has so much potential to be a blast, right?” “Exactly,” Nico continued to flip through the book. “Sex is cool and all but it’s boring when it happens without any plot. You know what I mean?” Theo scoffed. “You mean like these p**n videos that just get into the whole thing without any prior action.” Nico watched him quietly, the corners of his lips tilted up in a small smile. “You sound like you know your game.”

She hugged me warmly. “Elena, you always pick the most divine venues. This place is perfect.” Lucas’s eyes met mine over her shoulder dark, hungry, full of secrets. My thighs clenched at the memory of him inside me against the window, his cum still leaking down my leg when I’d left last night. We tasted cakes. Vanilla bean with raspberry, chocolate hazelnut, lemon elderflower. Victoria chatted about the “intimate” ceremony, her hand occasionally brushing Lucas’s arm.

She was floating, weightless, still held securely by the arms behind her back and the hands between her thighs. "How do you know such things?" She asked trembling. "Gemma collects books on methods of making love. One of her favorites is a handwritten translation of the Tang dynasty. A guide for men to increase stamina through accumulation. my pleasure for as long as possible." His fingers pulled away, and he stroked the flesh inside her thighs with butterfly-like lightness. "And it makes mandatory provisions for the benefit of health...to increase bone strength...improve blood quality...ensure longevity." "Tell me a little bit," Torcia said, swallowing hard as his hand cupped over her, the b