Erptic Fiction Novels & Stories

Nicolas shifted his grip, took one of her hands, and forced her own fingers down between her legs. “Rub...” he ordered, pressing her fingers against her oversensitive clit. “Rub it while I fuck you... make yourself cum again...” “I can’t...” she sobbed, even as her fingers started moving under the pressure of his hand. “It’s too sensitive... it hurts...” “Good...” he muttered, pounding into her harder. “Hurt then... cum for me while it hurts...”

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

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.

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Content Warning: This book is intended for adult audiences (18+) only. It contains explicit sexual content, adult language, and pwp themes. Author’s Note Greetings, lovely readers! Welcome to the world of Sasicha. I am an erotic fiction author hailing from Thailand—the land of boundless imagination and tropical heat. For this project, I invite you to leave behind everything you thought you knew about the classic fairy tale of Snow White. In my version, we’re stripping away the fluff and diving straight into a P**n Without Plot (PWP) experience.

She kept stroking me through it until the aftershocks faded and I had to gently push her hand away, oversensitive. I rolled toward her and pushed her onto her back. Her legs fell open easily. I kissed down her throat, across her breasts, lingering to suck each nipple until she squirmed. Lower still, over the soft plane of her stomach. The scent of her arousal reached me before I even parted her folds with my fingers. She was slick and swollen. I settled between her thighs and licked a long stripe from her entrance up to her clit. The taste was sharp and clean. Her hips jerked and she made a low sound that went straight through me.

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.

I jerked, sending shiver like lightning down my spine. He licked my pussy, using his tongue to lick every wetness on it. He moaned as he lick it, letting out air from his mouth against my wet pussy. He used his tongue and found my pussy, he moved his tongue in slow teasing circles, rubbing my clit slowly. Then he sucked it hard, hard enough my legs felt numb and I jerked as he used his teeth to grave my clit, shaking on his desk. He shoved two fingers inside my pussy as he flickered his tongue on my clit, curling his fingers hard.

My thighs pressed together on instinct, but it was already too late. A slick rush of wetness flooded my panties, hot and sudden, soaking the delicate lace until it clung to my swollen fold. My clit pulsed hard, as if his voice had whispered the command straight against my skin. God. I was dripping. Just from an email. Just from the knowledge that the most explicit thing I’d ever written...forty-three pages of raw, shameless fantasy...was now sitting in his inbox. I had submitted the wrong file. On Monday night I’d been running on cold coffee and three hours of sleep, watching a course submission portal count down the last two minutes before the deadline.

"Eric! Oh, God, right there!" I feasted on her. I used the flat of my tongue to stroke over her entire entrance, then narrowed my focus to the tiny, vibrating nub. While I licked her pussy, I reached around and found her anal entrance with my middle finger. I slid it inside, the tightness of her making me growl against her skin. I began to fuck her with my finger, a deep, sliding friction, while my mouth continued to ruin her pussy. The combination was too much for her. She was a mess of tangled blonde hair and uneven breaths, her internal muscles clenching around my finger in a steady pulse.