Historical Romance Erotica Novels & Stories

The whole day had been hectic. I took out a bottle of wine and poured myself some. I dropped onto the cushions, remote in hand, and flicked on the TV. Mindless noise to fill the silence. I scrolled through channels, news, reruns, some late night talk shows until I landed on a movie. One of those erotic thrillers, the kind with dim lighting and heavy breathing. I almost changed it, but the scene caught me. A woman alone in a lavish room, silk robe slipping off her shoulder, her hand trailing down her body as soft music swelled.

I say hiding the book behind me. "Okay now, I obviously have to know." He says with a smirk. "It's nothing," I say smiling. "Oh it's something. Oh my God it's Porn?" He says flat out laughing now. "No it's not, I say. It's a romance novel with occasional sex scenes." I say explaining. He reaches out and collects the book from hand. "It's say erotica right here, so it's obviously porn." He says laughing. "Okay maybe it's an erotic romance book." I say with a blush creeping up my neck.

“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me. He was all I wanted. My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin. The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping e

But I couldn't get rid of the thought. I went to the guest room. His room. It was neat, his suitcase was mostly unpacked, While on the nightstand sat his laptop. My heart hammered as I opened it. It asked for a password. On a whim, I typed in his mother's name. *Maya.* It was Incorrect. I tried his birthday but it was the same. I thought for a moment, then typed *M11kyWay* the name of his childhood dog. The screen unlocked. I felt a pang of guilt, but it was drowned out by a stronger wave of need. I opened his browser and checked his history from yesterday afternoon. The usual sites... and then a string of entries from a site called *Literotica.com* My pulse quickened.

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

Lucia lapped at Maria's chin, then down to her cleavage where stray drops had fallen. I watched, stroking myself back to hardness, as they devoured every trace—kissing, licking, fingering. Cum smeared their faces, bodies glistening. Maria pushed Elena onto her back, straddling her face to grind out the last of her arousal mixed with my seed. Theresa and Lucia sixty-nined beside them, tongues delving deep, cleaning and pleasuring.

“A little mortal witch playing with forces she cannot control.” I stumbled backward, heart slamming against my ribs. “Wait. This was a mistake. I only wanted—” He moved faster than any creature should. One moment I was standing, the next my back hit the wall with a heavy thud. His enormous body pinned me there effortlessly. The heat radiating from his skin burned against my clothes. His scent overwhelmed me : smoke, spice, and raw masculine lust. “You wanted power,” he growled, sharp teeth flashing. “You wanted pleasure. You summoned an incubus, little witch. Now you will feed me.”

Harsh breaths and needy whimpers mingled with the slap of flesh against flesh and the wet, slick sounds of his cock drilling into me. He wraps his hand around my throat and slaps my tits hard "Eight fucking years of a celibacy vow and you manage to end it in minutes. You're such a slut!" He slaps my tits again "Is this it, huh? Is this how you imagined me fucking you when you were pleasuring yourself? Fucking yourself with the end of a knife imagining it was my cock" he places his hands on my shoulders and begins to thrust fervently "You like sticking objects in your tight slutty cunt? You like fucking yourself to thoughts of me" he chuckles "Such a naughty girl aren't you, Ava?" My eyes are

I continued my dance , swaying my hips and teasing him . Slowly, I started taking off the lingerie from the bralette, revealing my firm, round breasts and my nipples which were already hard as stones. Nathan’s breathing grew heavy as he watched, completely mesmerized by my erotic display. He reached out, tracing a finger down my stomach, pausing at my waist . I moaned softly as his fingers brushed against my sensitive skin, my body trembling in anticipation. He pulled me closer, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. I reached for the waistband of his pants, undoing them with practiced ease. I slipped my hand inside and wrapped my fingers around his hard length, stroking it firmly.

He feels the subtle tensing of her muscles beneath his touch. His fingers explore, tracing the soft, delicate skin, moving higher, unerringly. He feels the dampness immediately, a warm, slick welcome. She’s soaking. The realization hits him with a wave of exhilarating confirmation. Despite the hate in her eyes, despite the desperate struggle of her body, her desire is undeniable, a physical testament to the raw truth he’s always suspected. The scent of her, sharp and musky with arousal, fills his nostrils, intoxicating him.