Erotica Historical Novels & Stories

"Alone at Last" TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. " Xavier's POV " For months she had been my obsession.

“Don’t be embarrassed. Besides, while I didn’t know it had been that long I could tell it had been some time since you’d had a lover—” “How?” A wry smile crossed his face. “I haven’t forgotten one single thing about you, Natalia. Not the taste of you on my lips. Not your unique scent. And certainly not the tight feel of your pussy wrapped around my fingers.” A dark flush spread across her face as she puckered her lips into a tiny “oh” but then he pushed the tip of dick inside her and her expression took on an entirely different meaning altogether. He was done with talking. They would talk later. Right now he was more interested in claiming her and doing what he’d longed to do fifteen years a

“Oh my God…” She presses on, her eyes holding mine, her voice raw. “So I suggest you just do as they say. Honestly, it’s not like it will kill you.” Her next words slice me open. “It’s just pleasure, Anita.” I recoil, my lips trembling. She continues, her tone strangely matter-of-fact, almost rehearsed. “I mean, you’ve already been with him once. And… he is very good in that aspect. He knows how to give women pleasure, the kind they can’t forget. That’s why they keep coming back. I’ve… I’ve lived with it for two years now. So, no, it won’t kill you. It won’t hurt you. And he’s very clean—trust me. No diseases, nothing to worry about. And he’s generous. Very generous. If you satisfy him, he’l

Kendrick, her eyes locked on the impressive bulge in his pants. With a confident smile, she reached out, her fingers tracing the length of his erection through the fabric of his scrubs. Dr. Kendrick's breath hitched, and Bianca could see the struggle in his eyes She leaned in, her lips capturing his in a deep french kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth as her hands worked to free his lengthy cock from the confines of his pants. As his cock sprang free, Bianca gasped, her eyes widening at the sight of him. Ten inches, just as the rumors said, thick, maybe about four inches thick and hard and ready for her.

I was traveling thousands of miles, leaving my oblivious wife at home, to fuck a young girl I had met online because she enjoyed the stories I wrote. If you asked me why I started writing and publishing erotica on Literotica, I do not believe I could give you a full and satisfactory answer. I had been reading the site for some years, had an idea for a story that I wrote out and, after a very short time hemming and hawing, published it.

“Allow me to show you the pleasures of this age—lessons from the past that can unlock your deepest desires. Trust me, and I will teach you things that transcend time.” He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate line of her collarbone, then sliding down to her waist. Her breath hitched as he pressed a soft kiss to her neck, his lips warm and insistent. “Let’s indulge in the art of seduction,” he murmured. “Roleplay, history, and the thrill of surrender. Together, we can rewrite more than just history.” Alara’s mind spun with conflicting thoughts—doubt, arousal, the seductive pull of the past. She surrendered to the moment, letting her body respond as he guided her into a dance of domina

com Subject: Re: Inquiry: Les Plaisirs Interdits (1782) Date: March 5, 2026, 9:14 AM Q, Your copy is authentic. The paper, binding, and typography all match our records. Congratulations, you have a genuine piece of banned literature. As for literary merit, I think it’s both. Yes, it’s erotic. But it’s also a fascinating look at 18th-century attitudes toward desire, power, and gender. The author subverts a lot of expectations. The women in the text are active participants, not passive objects. That was radical for the time. The garden scene you mentioned is one of my favorites. The way the author describes sensation, not just action. The focus on anticipation. It’s almost instructional.

Layla was still talking, back to us, rummaging through the fridge like she was hunting treasure. My fingers curled slightly, stroking the skin under Sara's shorts. She shifted in her seat. Just a little. I pressed my thumb gently into her thigh. Her breath caught. She reached for her glass of water, hand trembling faintly as she lifted it to her lips. Control, baby. I slid my hand higher—close enough to feel the heat of her. Close enough to remind her exactly where I'd been last night. And what I could do again in less than a minute if we were alone.

“My secretary. My ex-wife. My perfect little sluts.” Jessica and Claire watched him, lips parted, hands lazily touching each other’s bodies as they waited. With a deep, guttural groan, Charlie’s orgasm hit. Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted from his cock, raining down on them. He painted Jessica’s full breasts and face first, then shifted to cover Claire’s tits and open mouth. Stream after stream of hot cum splashed across their bodies...on their stomachs, necks, cheeks, and tongues. Both women moaned softly, arching slightly to receive every drop as he emptied his balls completely over them.