Erotica Readers Novels & Stories

I just know she's even more curious to know more and to see more. “Lara“ I call her name and she looks up at me with blown wide pupils, eyes darker with lust that matches mine. She might be untouched and uncorrupted but her body calls for it like a damn magnetic force. “Sit and read" I say and pat the spot beside me for her. She walks over to me and the smell of her sex reaches my nose. Fuck, how wet is she?. “'fill me up,’ I sobbed under him” she reads and I lean back with my arms supporting my weight, “read on” I nod at her, my words are soft but my cock is not.

He suggested, opening the book. "Is that where we were? Let me see." Instead of opening my own book I stood up and leaned over the table to look at his. I felt the robe open and my breasts fall forward. Max looked up and his eyes looked as if they were going to fall out of his head. His mouth opened and remained that way as he stared down my robe. I figured he could see everything right down to my pink nipples and a wave of heat flowed through me. Goddamn Richard had been right on, that was for sure.

I stammered. “I see.” He smirked and continued walking. “So what do you think of erotic books? Do they convey the messages purely like movies do? The expressions, the feelings… everything.” I gulped. “It all comes down to how good the writer is.” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I most times prefer to read erotic books instead of watching erotic movies. “Interesting,” he smiled. “We really do have a lot in common.” “Do you get the urge to do it when you read them?” he continued.

I spent hours alone reading my books, with the image of Jack’s cock print on his shorts constantly flashing before my eyes. I distracted myself, moving everywhere reading different topics. But it never stopped flashing before my eyes. I was reading, and I started feeling my pussy throbbing, soaking my panties. My nipples felt hard and aching. I went to take a shower to relieve myself of those thoughts. In the bathroom, I stood before the mirror, and saw Jack behind me. His hand wrapped around my neck and his other hand fondling my tits. I turned on the tap and poured water onto my face, ending all lustful hallucinations.

LUCA; I'm obsessed with my gym partner. Utterly and completely obsessed. And no, not in a platonic way. In an erotic, filthy and sinful way. His name is Ethan. Yes, I'm fucking straight. The mere idea of another man touching me in that manner, was repulsive to say the least. Should be a disgusting.... demonic act. I detested the thought of it...but it was such a shame that I had no control of my body's reaction. Of my thoughts. They were filthy and borderline pornographic on the things I imagined he'd do to me, or the things I'd would love to explore with him.

One hand braced against the wall, the other teasing slow circles over her clit, she breathed Rita’s name. “Rita…” She pictured the way Rita had looked at her—hungry, like Mikayla was a feast meant only for her. Her fingers moved faster. Her breath grew shallow. She remembered the way Rita had kissed down her stomach, murmuring filthy praise like prayer. She spread her legs wider. And leaned farther into the counter. She could hear Rita’s voice in her ear: “You’re so sensitive here... look at you falling apart for me.” She stroked deeper now, two fingers working in. Her free hand covers her mouth. She bit down hard as her orgasm hit her like a brick, sudden and fierce, knees trembling, her th

TRIGGER WARNING!! This book contains explicit, non-consensual sexual content, revenge rape, intense humiliation, degradation, forced orgasm, bully-victim power reversal, and other extreme dark themes. It is written for readers who actively seek out this type of taboo erotica. If any of those things will upset or harm you, please close the book now. No part of this story should ever be replicated in real life.

But I wasn't as close to her as I was to Maya. I made my way toward my reading table and lowered myself onto the chair. I sighed, pressing a hand to my face before opening my laptop. Once I logged into one of the online novel-reading apps where I published my erotica books, notifications began to beep. They were comments from my readers. Over a hundred of them, which I had expected because I hadn't uploaded anything in the past three days since everything started. I began reading them one after the other. Christine_Atelier: When will you upload the next chapter, author? I'm dying to know if Aurora would actually beg for Damien's cock or if she would keep proving stubborn.

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

I nodded, breath hitching as he slid one thick finger inside me. “Read tonight’s first vow,” he said, nodding toward the notebook beside us. “While I get you ready for my cock.” My hand trembled as I reached for it and opened to the newest page. “I vow… to crave your touch even when I’m supposed to be working for her,” I read, voice breathy. “To let you use my body as your secret outlet… until the guilt only makes me wetter.” Lucas groaned softly and added a second finger, pumping them deep and steady while his thumb worked my clit.