Erotica Historical Novels & Stories

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

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.

"Your pretty pussy is so clean. So untouched." He used his large, scarred fingers to hook into her labia, spreading the pink, pussy jaws wide. He stared at her tiny, puckered hole, the virgin gateway that had never known a man's intrusion. It was a pale, dusty rose color, glistening with a clear, honeyed nectar that smelled of rain-washed lilies and the sharp, musky tang of a woman in heat. "You smell too fucking good, Ruthie," he groans, his nose inches from her clit. "I can taste it."

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 slowly rubbed my hands. “Rene, can I ask you something?” “Anything.” “When’s the last time you touched yourself?” My eyes widened. “What? Why?” I hadn’t thought about sex or anything remotely sexual for the past year since Nathan’s diagnosis. We hadn’t made love in months, not since the tumor got worse. I remembered our last time with fondness. It was amazing. It was as if he knew it would be the last time he’d have the strength to touch me like that, so he gave the sexual performance of his life. I had never orgasmed so many times. I had soaked the sheets down to the mattress.

Then he gathered more of my juices on his fingers and brought them to my mouth. “Open,” He said softly. I opened my lips and sucked his fingers clean, tasting my own sweet, musky flavor. It felt so naughty, but I loved it. I licked every drop, looking up at him with hazy eyes. He knelt on the couch beside me, his huge black cock standing tall and hard. He grabbed me by the hips and yanked me forward, a sharp yelp slipping past my lips. He grabbed his cock by the base and started slapping it against my soaked, sensitive pussy. The heavy smacks made wet sounds and sent little jolts of pleasure through my clit.

“Always.” Erotica 2.

Her past life haunted and ruined her desire in the worst way. . . . More Erotica coming!!!

"When I was browsing a bookshop recently, I came across this. It was being sold openly. The illustrations inside are deeply improper, and the woman depicted in them is my cousin." It was an erotic picture book. The woman's face was never shown, yet her poses were overtly seductive, and a rose-shaped birthmark was on her waist. Eleanor frowned. "What is this? How do you know the woman in these pictures is Charlotte?" Yvonne's voice rang out clearly across the hall. "Because my cousin has the exact same rose birthmark on her waist." The room erupted. Every pair of eyes turned toward me, and the looks on their faces said everything. One moment away from becoming Crown Princess, and now this. Ho