Good Erotica Books Novels & Stories

“Not even close, baby. I'm gonna fill you up until you're dripping with my cum.” THE END. PLEASE WATCH OUT FOR BOOK 2 — HOTTER AND EVEN BETTER!

She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'

"How could a guy turn down such a generous, sexy offer from a goddess like you?" Gemma fucking back at you was awesome. Getting to play with her butthole a bit was also awesome. Doing both at the same time was surprisingly not the duplication of awesome you thought it would be because both couldn't happen well at the same time. Either your hand was in the way, or she was tentative about the backwards movement. It just didn't work well.

And once the line is crossed, there will be no turning back. But Gracie’s story is only the beginning. This book unlocks a collection of raw, taboo-driven erotic tales—each one more daring, more dangerous, and more intoxicating than the last. For readers who crave the forbidden, who ache for the edge where desire blurs with darkness, this is your invitation. Enjoy reading.. *************

Threesome Fantasy (6) I increased my pace, thrusting my cóck deep into Elliott's pussy. Each time I pulled out, only my cóck head remained before I pushed back in again, sinking my entire length into her wet pûssy. Elliott was now moaning loudly with her eyes closed. I felt her pussy pulse around my cóck, almost pushing me to cum. "Fuck, you're gonna make me cûm," Elliott groaned. Caroline moved from her previous position of voyeur, and knelt next to Elliott. Then, she reached down to the girl's clit, brushing my hand away. Her dainty fingers danced over and played with the engorged button, and her other hand rubbed Elliott's boobs.

It felt so filthy and yet so fucking hot. My arms slid around his neck, fingers locked tight, pulling him closer, moaning uncontrollably into his mouth. He claimed my lips completely, his tongue dominating mine. His fingers slid down to my swollen pussy and flicked my clit, making me moan louder against his lips. “You love this, don’t you?” He growled between kisses. I shuddered and nodded. “Yes…” “You love this black cock more than anything?” “Yes,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I do.”

TRIGGER WARNING!! This book contains explicit, non-consensual sexual content, revenge rape, intense humiliation, degradation, forced orgasm, bully-victim power reversal, and other extreme dark themes. It is written for readers who actively seek out this type of taboo erotica. If any of those things will upset or harm you, please close the book now. No part of this story should ever be replicated in real life.

"Your wife becoming your sex slave, do you expect this to become permanent or is this a temporary thing?" "I doubt it will become permanent. She likes to read erotic books and I offered to allow her to experience the things she reads about in her books for three weeks to see if the reality was similar to her imagination." "What kinds of books?" "Reverse harem, women captured and sold as slaves, that kind of thing." "She's aroused by these?" "Yes, it's why I've offered her the experience."

I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.