Female Erotic Fiction Novels & Stories

she screamed. Silas let out a roar. He moved faster. He was a machine of muscle and bone. He was using all his strength to drive his massive length into her. He was stretching her to her absolute limit. Elara felt her bones shifting. She felt her insides being molded by his shape. The erotica was raw. It was simple. It was just a giant and a girl in a dark room. There was no talking. There was only the sound of sex. The smell of honey and sweat was thick in the air.

Chapter 10: Cowgirl Ruin The hallway is a blur of raw sensation, the very air thick with the smell of sex and sweat. Her cries have dissolved into raw noise, her body a trembling, pliant form against him. He watches her head loll back, her sweat-soaked hair clinging to her temples, her face a mask of shattered will and desperate pleasure. He’s deep inside her, still pounding, each thrust a brutal confirmation of his dominance, of her utter, complete surrender. The wet slap of their skin is a relentless rhythm, echoing in the narrow space, a testament to their transgression.

"Oh god, you feel so good. So fucking good." He reached around, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing and circling, pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building, my body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Come for me, Emma," Damien commanded, his voice a low growl. "Come all over my cock." I keened, my body convulsing as I rode the wave of pleasure, my orgasm crashing over me in a rush of sensation. Damien continued to fuck me, his movements unrelenting, drawing out my pleasure until I was a trembling, boneless mess on the desk.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

I found the experience highly erotic and my penis rose to full strength as she dabbed at my balls and my buttocks. Taking her hand I led her to the bedroom and we kissed before getting onto the bed. 'I want to touch you,' she said, and I rolled onto my back as she knelt over me. She reached out and circled my shaft with her long, slim, red-tipped fingers. Her touch was exquisite: gently stroking with one hand, using the thumb of her other hand to spread the sticky fluid leaking from me around the purple, engorged head of my cock. As I watched she lifted the thumb to her mouth and licked the secretions from it. 'Is that alright? Am I doing it right?' she asked softly. I gulped and nodded and

I ran two fingers through her folds, coating them in her slickness, then pushed them inside without warning. “Fuck… so tight,” I groaned. “You’ve been saving this pussy for me, haven’t you?” “Yes… Dr Hale…” she whimpered, pushing back against my hand. I curled my fingers, stroking the spot that made her cry out. “Call me Marcus when my fingers are inside you.” “Marcus… please…” I added a third finger, stretching her while my thumb circled her swollen clit. She was dripping down my hands and the wet filthy sounds filled the library.

Welcome back, sinners. Claiming his bride is a erotic paranormal sinful Collection brought to you by Josie Frank, author of the erotic anthology Wet Dreams a collection created for readers who crave passion without limits, obsession without restraint, and love that burns far beyond morality. This new novel dives even deeper into the shadows. It is a work of dark paranormal romance and erotic fiction intended strictly for mature adult readers. Within these pages, you will encounter: • Dark romance • Explicit sexual content • Possessive and obsessive love interests

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know her very well. "It's not the scenes you need to highlight, but the story patterns they use," explains Ben, "Almost all local eroticism stories have bed scenes in common." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same story, revolving around crotch matters.

Antonio’s kiss on her neck lingered, and the hands he wrapped around her waist seemed to be there even without his presence. “What am I suddenly…feeling this way….”. She opened her eyes and exhaled hotly. She could feel the wetness overflowing and her clits drumming and kicking for a touch. “Not now, this…this…is bad…should I?” She sat up and looked down. “I have to keep myself busy and my mind away from any erotic thoughts”. She walked to her small bookshelf and found a novel by a talented writer, CAROLUCHY. Unfortunately, it was an erotica novel. Doris gave it to her as a birthday gift years ago, and she never opened it, the deceit there is the title didn’t hint on the nature of the novel.

And yes Miss-Goodie-Two-Shoes, that includes you too. Anyway, getting off track here. So as I was saying, I'm an erotic romance writer (yes that's a category), which means that it's not all about just sex, sex and more sex, contrary to popular beliefs, erotica’s have story lines too. And it does not include sleeping with every XY-gene on sight. But like I said before, I am severely lagging in experience and to cover for that, I watch a hell lot of porn and read thousands erotic novels. To say that I could write my very own Kama sutra would be an understatement.