Erotica Married Novels & Stories

I used to imagine myself as the damsel being claimed by the main male character whenever I read an erotica, particularly a Viking one while laying in bed and stimulating myself with two fingers on my clit and Sebastian's face would flash before my eyes whenever I came undone. "I'm old enough to get married." I scoffed and took a sip of the amber liquid which left a burning trail inside my tongue and throat. "Alcohol can leave my body in a day, but you know what sticks around longer than gum on a hot sidewalk? Marriage. And sorry, I'm not willing to commit to a life-long partnership with anyone other than my bed and Netf*ix." Taking angry strides, he approached me. "You're only getting engage

I answered. "Ah, yeah, Jessica. Please don't get me wrong Jessica. You know, we were married for three years and for those years, we spent good times together. We had a lot of good memories, memories I can't forget that easily. I’m sure you will understand that. Am I right? It’s not that easy to forget someone you have loved so much." Erica said.

Ericka spends most of her time alone in the countryside, sharing the words of God with anyone who is interested in listening and learning about who God is. The national statistics office unexpectedly notifies Ericka that her marriage to Darwin Ibrahim is legally registered, and she can no longer apply for a certificate of no marriage to declare herself the sole parent of her five beautiful children. She no longer communicates with her husband, but she joyfully accepts that she is legally married to Darwin Ibrahim before the eyes of man, that whatever is bonded on earth is bonded in heaven, and that no one has the right to separate the couple until death parted them.

“You all right?” I stretched out my blood-covered arms. My shirt and pants were drenched. My fingers ached when I wiggled them. I smiled wryly. “My wife has been fucking her half-brother our entire marriage, Daniele.” My words died in my mouth, my throat becoming dry. Felix got up with a wince. He stepped over the corpse and almost slipped on the blood. “Fuck,” he growled before he stopped in front of me. He held out his hand.

"Miss Kate, have you thought this through properly? Mr. Jack has impotence. It is a sexual disease, a condition in which the penis cannot get erect or maintain an erection, despite sexual stimulation. If you marry him, it will mean widowhood all your life, Miss Kate." The lawyer repeatedly reminded her of this. The look in Kate's eyes showed that she had made up her mind. "I'm already convinced. Please give me the contract, I'll sign it." Kate replied casually.

"I'm here for both. We were… surprised, you see. That he finally chose someone. He was always so particular. And after what happened with Odette…" Her blood ran cold. But she didn't flinch. Instead, she smiled. "Oh, I know all about her. That's old news. I suppose you'll have to try harder if you're here to rattle me." For a second, the man blinked. Then something passed through his eyes, respect, perhaps. "Careful, doamnă," he said softly. "When you marry a wolf, you learn to howl, or you get eaten. Nova stepped closer. "Maybe I've already learned."

“In two years of marriage, you’ve only touched me twice. And those times, you were drunk. I had to beg you—force you even—just to feel like your wife.” “That’s why you cheated,” he said coldly. “Because I wouldn’t touch you.” I flinched. “For your information,” he added harshly, “I never loved you. I have never loved you. And I never will.” My knees buckled slightly. “I have always loved Fiona. Long before you showed up and came between us.” My heart cracked. “That’s why I don’t find you attractive. That’s why I couldn’t touch you,” he continued, his voice like a knife. “Fiona said you had a small brain. And I believed her. Only someone foolish wouldn’t have seen the handwriting on the wall.

“Do they even love each other? It’s so sudden.” “Maybe it’s arranged.” Mrs. Stones chuckled quietly. “Absurd,” she muttered. “Looks like it’s the right time to pay Suzan and Jessica a visit. They need to remember who they’re dealing with.” Her grin widened — cruel, confident, and dangerous. SYDNEY’S POV “What the hell?!” I screamed as I stared at the posts plastered all over the internet. Marriage. Jason Anderson… marrying someone else. I hurled a glass at the floor, the shattering sound barely calming my rage. I pulled my hair in frustration before collapsing on the couch. The TV only made things worse — the marriage was breaking news. Again, I grabbed something and threw it — the screen cr

The fat one is more handsome but one thing about Chadians is that they have this fetish for tall men. The next twenty minutes passed in a blur with her only saying I do then she is married. Her heart thudded in her chest afraid whether this is a wrong decision or the right one. She don't like the responsibilities that comes with marriage and relationships. Maybe she should set out some rules for them not getting in between one another while she only try getting her money from him. Not hers but who cares, they are now married.

A man I had been forced to marry I wrapped my hands around myself. A part of my body wanted him badly when he touched me the first time but after everything I had heard from the other Mafia wives, I was terrified. I had never had sex with anyone before. Ethan had tried a few times. We had come close but somehow it had never happened. Something had always interrupted us or rather someone. My father always found a way to control every aspect of my life Soon, the bathroom door opened and I turned instinctively. Ryan stepped out with a towel hanging low on his hips,.His skin was still damp from the shower. My eyes followed the water droplets as they traced down the planes of his muscled chest be