Histoires Erotiques Novels & Stories

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

Miles Courtenay would be furious that she had sullied the spotless reputation of Courtenay de Witt by introducing Nero as a client — and delighted to be able to throw her out of the building as fast as he possibly could. But, as she stepped forward to survey the paintings, she realised something altogether different. There was another, very good reason why these paintings were hidden, private. They were erotic paintings. For while the backdrops, the clothes and the furnishings on the canvasses spoke of aristocratic opulence, the poses of the figures themselves reflected the ultimate in decadence. Kate felt a frisson of excitement as she surveyed them. On her left was a man dressed in the glo

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.. *************

I panted heavily. He stilled his movements, then looked up to give me a wolfish smile. "No, you don't." Marcello moved my panties aside, plunging two fingers straight inside me, kissing my lips to stop me from crying out. I hadn't had sex in over two years, so I was tight as fuck. He didn't care as he kept moving in and out of me, his thumb stimulating my clit. He was right. How could I hate someone who gave me this kind of pleasure? "Marc… more." I breathed out.

The fact that she had a pretty face and great body, combined with her inexperience and shyness, got Josephine even hornier. There was something wild, irresistible and purely sexy about that girl. Josephine wanted that soft skin to rub against hers. She couldn't wait to rub her pussy against April's pussy. Oh fuck. The erotic thoughts of her and April in a scissors position, rubbing and pressing their pussies against each other, made the volume her moans and groans increase. She increased the movement of her fingers, brutal thrusting and ramming her fingers into her pussy over and over again, her thumb coming in contact with her sensitive clit with every powerful thrust.

Nothing prepared me for the sight in front of me, he didn't even bother to close the door. Clutching my book to my chest, I watched as my handsome tutor lounged on a sofa, cock visible to my eyes. I was right, his cock was long but not too fat. A bottle of oil sat next to him ontop of the table and lastly, a laptop screen that showed a woman sprawled on a kitchen counter, her partner was behind her, his large thick cock sliding in and out of her glistening pussy as a torrent of raw sounds poured out of their mouths.

he hissed, his hips twitching upward. I smiled wickedly and moved back up to kiss him again, but Viktor quickly flipped us so I was on my back once more. He began his own exploration with renewed hunger, licking down my neck, between my breasts, over my stomach, and finally, spreading my legs wide. His tongue traced long, wet stripes up my dripping pussy, tasting me thoroughly before focusing on my swollen clit. Intense pleasure shot through me, and I cried out, fingers tangling desperately in his hair as my hips bucked against his mouth.

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

he whispered, the confession seeming to shame him. Francine’s grin widened. Perfect. She reached out and placed a hand on his chest, feeling the frantic heartbeat beneath. “That’s okay. I’ll teach you.” Her other hand went to his belt, unbuckling it with swift, practiced moves. “You have a big cock, Harry. I saw it. Let me see it properly.” She undid his trousers, pushed them open. His cock sprang free, thick and already hard, curving up against his stomach. It was magnificent—long, with a smooth, flushed head. Francine moaned softly at the sight. “God, you’re gorgeous.”

Her fingers teased my nipples as she whispered in my ear, “You wanted to tempt my husband? Now you’re going to tempt me.” Aaron had removed his shirt. All his body is filled with muscles and tattoos. He looked like every dirty fantasy I’d ever had. Genevieve guided me toward the bed, and I felt her unzipping my skirt until it pooled at my feet. I was naked between them, I felt vulnerable, exposed, and aching in all the right places. Aaron stepped forward first. He kissed me hard, then moved to my throat, down my chest. Genevieve watched, biting her lip, then slid a hand down between my legs from behind as Aaron’s mouth found my nipple.