Erotica Written By Women Novels & Stories

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.

The buzz against my clit was light but constant, enough to make my thighs tremble but not enough to push me over. Tasha pulled her fingers free and replaced them with her tongue, kissing me again while Monica circled the vibrator slowly around my swollen clit. The plug in my ass kept me stretched and aware, every tiny movement sending sparks through me. Tasha broke the kiss and sat up, her pussy still pressed to my stomach. She reached behind her and found my clit with two fingers, rubbing in tight circles that matched the vibrator's pace.

It begs until blood is dripping from knees and tears are staining cheeks and I am brought back to the theory of irrational masochism. I look up at a piece and I vaguely remember reading through this submission a while back. There are a couple of photos next to the written portion where a woman is naked, bound completely by red rope. Wax adorns the erogenous parts of her body as she lays across a bed. The pictures are vignette-Esque, only heightening the erotic scenario and making it ten times more personal. Funny enough, it reads: You came undone with only words, responding to a foreign language only spoken by I, one that asks you to strip from your clothes and submit every inch of your skin

He continued, voice dropping lower. “An erotic novel. Quite explicit. The heroine was bent over her boss’s desk, skirt around her waist, getting fucked hard while he called her a dirty little slut.” My cheeks burned bright red. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I had been reading during my short break, thinking no one would return. I opened my mouth to apologize, but no words came out. Adrian stood up slowly and walked around the desk like a predator. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form.

Zara’s POV Twenty one years old. Curvy, confident, sharp, and completely untouched. The most widely read anonymous erotica author on the platform and I had never once done a single thing I wrote about. Not one scene. Not one moment. Every explicit chapter that left my readers crawling to their partners or lying awake alone and frustrated came entirely from research and a very good imagination that had been working overtime since I was sixteen. I found that genuinely funny. I always had. My alarm went off at seven thirty and I got up the first time it rang.

A thin sheen of sweat made her skin gleam under the bedside lamp. I couldn’t breathe. My own pussy clenched hard inside my jeans, already soaking through my panties. I’d never seen another woman like this, not up close, not real. Rina was twenty-three, curvy in that soft, dangerous way, with wide hips, thick thighs, a plush ass that jiggled every time she thrust against her hand. And she was lost in it, eyes half-lidded, lips parted, and whispering dirty little things to herself I couldn’t quite catch. I should have left. Instead I pushed the door open another inch. The hinge gave the tiniest creak.

5 seconds later, I'm smiling because of the night full of passion. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ P.s : Do you know E.L. James? Yeah she is the author of the erotic novel 'Fifty Shades of Grey' I will explain who she really is, because she is a shy woman but has a crazy imagination. I feel proud of her.... EL James is the name of the author of the novel 'Fifty Shades of Grey' which so far has sold more than 40 million copies worldwide. Who would have thought, James who wrote the erotic novel was actually a shy woman. How's James' story?