Erotica Written Novels & Stories

But she had to. She slowly walked over to the bed and sat down. Her hands trembled as she opened the cover. She flipped through the pages, past the short poems, the little love scenes, and the silly dialogues she had written just for fun. Then she stopped at page forty. Her stomach dropped. That was where the first real erotic story started. She stared at the words. Her face burned. It was something she wrote late one night, out of boredom… or curiosity. She never meant for anyone to see it.

Eros hissed in a strangled voice as his back pressed into the mattress he was lying on, while his fingers deeply curled in the sheets betrayed the frustration in his tone. Natalia lifted her head slowly, her lips slick as her smirk widened. She licked her lower lip deliberately, and her eyes glinted mischievously. “I woke up horny, and I found you still naked under the sheets. So I took the opportunity,” she purred, and before Eros could retort, her head dipped again, and her mouth enveloped his upright dick with deliberate slowness.

My voice was shaky. Renata's lips curved into a smile, her brown eyes shining with something I couldn't quite name. "No, the opposite. Your writing is... powerful. Brave. I love erotic books myself, and I'd like to talk more about it. Are you free this weekend? Come to my place Saturday at seven." My heart hammered. Was this a test? A trick? Or something else? "Sure," I managed, my voice catching. She gave me a slip of paper with her address. Her fingers brushed mine, sending a spark through my skin.

Then I’d stand, bend her over the railing, and thrust into her from behind, her cries echoing across the water as I claimed what’s always been mine. Elena’s breathing grew ragged. She hiked her dress higher, fingers slipping beneath the damp cotton of her panties. Her clit was swollen, slick with arousal. She circled it slowly as she turned pages, lost in Victor’s raw confessions. Last night I wrote her name while I came. Elena. Elena. Elena. If she ever returns, I won’t hold back. I’ll lock the doors, strip her bare, and spend days teaching her body every filthy pleasure. Spreading her ass cheeks and rimming her tight little hole while she fingers herself. Making her watch in the mirror as

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.

Your fingers trace forbidden roads, On my offered body, fragile and strange. Murmurs open like prayers, Trembling intoxication on the edge of the flesh. Shadow embraces shadow in fevered silence, Desire lights up with luminous bursts. In the deep night where our tears merge, Eroticism blooms, wild and soft. --- Chapter 1 — Confessions of a Desire Clémence

’ I massaged her bottom, no longer just spreading the lotion, but thrilled at the touch of these white supple globes. I also again let my fingers slip down her crack. Each time I touched her there, it seemed like she raised her ass a little and made a little sound in her throat. Terrified as I was, I let my finger go down to her little pink asshole and rubbed lightly around it. She raised her butt a little more, but I knew I couldn't go any further.

"That's your labia minora. They protect this lovely little hole right here." I stifled a moan as he teased his fingertip along my entrance. "That feels good." "I know," he said. "You're already starting to get wet." "Well, I need to, don't I?" I asked. "So you can look for the ghosts." "Right," he said. "The ghosts. But it'll take a lot more, uh, internal lubrication to properly examine you. Now, natural lubrication would likely be more effective, but I could grab some of the gel we use for—"

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.