Erotica Writers Novels & Stories

Without it, power is just chaos. The next book, a scandalous diary of a 17th-century courtesan sorceress, appeared on his desk. Elara’s annotation underlined a passage describing the use of pleasure as a magical catalyst. Her writing was bolder this time: ‘Chaos has its uses. But I prefer a directed storm. Are you capable of such focus?’ Beneath it, his hand almost trembling with a rush of pure want, he wrote: ‘Demonstrate. My office. Tonight. 8 PM.’

but instead she rubbed her gigantic tits on his face, and stroked his cock at the same time. She created perfect sensual friction that caused Light to close his eyes, stand still, and let himself be pleasantly tortured. Lexi inhaled as much sexual energy as she could from Light from this action. Many centuries of practice had enlightened her on the fact that this was the quickest method to make a straight man cum. The sexual energy emanated from humans produces testosterone in Sex Demons. That was why Lexi and her husbands preferred to consume the sexual energies of attractive and freaky humans only. Where can you find those? Of course, on the dark web.

Sean took my right hand and planted kisses all over it , then he looked at me and said; "Hold it and feel it ,can you do that ? " . I was hesitant and he sensed it ,he slowly guided my hand down to his bulge and I gasped when I felt it . Sean's peni* was big ,erect and hard, really hard . "Now feel it " he told me. I felt it but stopped,too scared to continue. "Larissa,hold it and feel it like it's yours " Sean commanded. I did as he said and heard a moan escape his lips. Sean shifted my hand to the bed and gently inserted his tip into me,I felt a sharp pain and screamed.

Elena’s voice was a soft, breathy whisper. "I want you to throw me against the wall," she whispered. "I want you to rip that red thong off my body. I want to feel your hands everywhere. I want you to lick my pussy until I’m screaming your name so loud the neighbors hear. And then, I want you to fuck me until I can't stand up. I want to be your toy, Dante." Dante’s breath hitched. He felt like his heart was going to explode. The erotica of her words was too much. He couldn't sit in his office anymore. He was a man of action, and his wife had just issued a challenge.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

I could feel every inch of him go in and out in seconds, he was so full inside me, I couldn’t breathe. And not because he was choking me, but because the sensation around was killing me. He drove in deeper and faster and I screamed out in pleasure and closed my eyes. “Look at me”, he demanded. “Look at me as I ruin you”, he said again. Then he smacked my ass hard making me start begging. I don’t even know what I was begging for but the feeling around was too good i just had to start begging. “Fuck Youre so sweet Ava, damn Youre so fight”

I gripped her hips and fucked her in a steady rhythm, watching the way her body took the thick cock, the way her back arched when I angled just right. “That’s it,” I murmured. “Take it.” I picked up the pace, still controlled but harder, the harness slapping against her skin. Each thrust dragged a louder cry out of her. I reached around and found her clit, rubbing tight circles while I drove into her. Her thighs started to shake. .. .. Author's POV The meanwhile, outside the closed door of Sophia and Mary’s room, a small cluster of nuns had gathered in the dim hallway. The thick stone walls couldn’t fully muffle the sounds coming from inside...they listen to each moan

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.

Lucas switched on another button, intensifying the buzz of the equipment. Her eyes flicked open as she let out shudders of gasps. Her hips began to tilt upwards as Lucas teased her with the vibrator. "This is better," Lucas said, pressing another button. The buzz went higher, and her clit swelled proudly out from her labia. She bucked up incessantly, writhed and moaned that Lucas had to pin her firmly so as not to roll away. He enjoyed watching her vagina crack and seep out her juices. "Saraphina, stay still," he said.

“…you’re a great writer, scratch that, you’re a brilliant writer, but you usually stick to your comfort zone. I want you to break that, I want you to write a real life story. It can be fiction of course, but focus more on the storyline than the sex. Not telling you to omit it, just telling you to keep it on the sidelines. You get what I’m trying to tell you, right?” “Yeah… I guess… but why do I have to write this? People here like to read Miss OG’s writing,” I asked confused. It was why I was accepted in the first place. Writing an erotica wasn’t a crime, but it takes very careful planning or something beautiful can turn into something vulgar and disgusting. And women liked a storyline that