Historical Erotica Novels & Stories

"It's a...solid choice. “How about you?” I asked, turning to face him. “What's yours?” “Well… I read a lot of books and finding a favourite among them has become almost impossible because they all stand out differently.” “Impressive.” I smiled. “Do you read erotica?” he asked, as he halted his steps and turned to face me. My heart skipped. Not because of the genre but because of how he said it. The tone he used was… dangerous. “Well…. I… most of the time.” I stammered.

I held his shoulders as my legs shivered and I cried out in ecstasy. “Tell me Elena, did you miss me?” he asked with a low seductive voice. “Tell me how you missed me stroking your wet pussy” he said. “I missed you Nate, I missed fucking you” I cried out. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, withdrawing his hand. “Don’t stop touching me Nate, fuck me please.” I begged, shamelessly. “That’s nice to hear” he said and he pushed me to the wall, he went down on his raising one of my legs and placing it on his shoulder. Then he buried his face into my fucking pussy

I couldn't choose between two completely different women, although I compared Sophia to the Akhenaten, a little disappointing when seen up close. Yet, Kara was the Sleeping Hermaphrodites (looking so enticing) and Janice the La Grande Odalisque (looking so innocent and yet sensuous) and I wanted to revel at and in both. I flipped through a few more pictures which were poorly taken as my sister obviously took them as she moved behind and fûcked each one. I wanted to see their faces, their eyes, their lips. I wanted to hear their móans and whimpers. Did they talk dirty? Did they beg for more? Did they moan or scream?

The way her breath had caught when I touched her last week, the soft swell of her mound under my gloved fingers, the faint sheen of arousal I’d seen between her thighs when she thought I wasn’t looking. I leaned against the wall in the private room, unzipped my jeans, and pulled myself out. Thick and already leaking. The head flushed dark, a bead of precum sliding down the underside. I wrapped my fist around the base and stroked once—slow, deliberate—picturing her on my table again. Soft curves. Full tits straining against her bra. That delicate flush creeping up her neck when I’d said her skin took the lines beautifully. I remembered the others: Claire, married ten years, wedding band flash

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

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.

Helena whispered as she broke the kiss to allow Elora to drop to her knees in front of her and she almost screamed out when Elora lifted her short uniform and planted her wet mouth on Helena’s now wet knickers as they clung to her soaking wet pussy. “Fuckkkk.” Helena shivered as the ward suddenly fell silent while the soldiers watched the whole show. Helena was soaking wet and Elora was feeling the sexual excitement ripple through her own body as her mouth began to suck on Helena’s black, wet thongs, giving her asses to Helena’s cunt even without taking the thong off. The taste of the pussy juice that seeped through was making Elora’s own pussy wet, and it was also increasing the hardness of

"He's not the type of man who would find himself in the wrong bedroom, or under the wrong covers, seeking a heat that doesn't belong to him. He is a pillar of virtue. He knows that secret sins are the heaviest burdens to carry." The double entendre was so thick it was a wonder the guests didn't choke on it. Ryder was vibrating with a primal, sexual energy. The way she was weaponizing his own faith against him, the way she was standing there looking like a virginal saint while speaking the language of a seasoned sinner, turned him on more than any physical touch could. He wanted to lunge across the table, rip that pink dress off her, and fuck her right there in front of the centerpieces and t

Flicking my tongue out, I tasted her… and tasted him still leaking from inside her. She grinded down, riding my face while Hurst slid the vibrator inside me, curling it deep against that spot. I screamed into her cunt. Cumming, shaking, sobbing, thighs clamping around Hurst’s wrist. “So quick?” She teased. “That's boring.” Janette lifted off and climbed to the drawer again, returning with a strap-on already harnessed. A thick, black, veined silicone cock jutted obscenely from her hips. My eyes drifted away from it, and back to Hurst still glistening with our juices.

But 2 weeks deep into a 30 day isolation with a man, can make a grown woman lose her senses. His lips crashed down on mine rough and hard , hands coming up to grip my neck. His tongue pushed into my mouth pushing and caressing against my tongue in a way that made my panties flood with my wetness. His lips moved against mine hard, I match the pace kissing him with equal desire. Hate , desire, tension and need fueling swelling within us as the bodies crashed together. My late husband wrote this trap into his will, thinking we would rip each other's throat to claim what was rightfully mine! Instead we were tearing each other's clothes off.