Historical Romance Erotica Novels & Stories

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

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

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

Lucian pounded harder, Matteo’s fingers never stopped moving and Rafe’s hand tightened in my hair. “You going to come for us, Lena?” Lucian growled. I nodded frantically, unable to speak. “Then earn it,” Matteo hissed. “Beg.” I whimpered, tried to say something, but Rafe didn’t let up. My eyes rolled back. Lucian gripped my hips harder. “Come on. Give it to us.” Matteo rubbed faster, making me scream around Rafe’s cock as I shattered, thighs shaking. Lucian came right after, groaning as he filled me. He pulled out slowly, watching it drip down my thighs.

The dam of passion burst open as we wildly groped each other like a couple of teenagers who had been grounded for a year! After we petted for a few minutes, Eva grabbed my bulging crotch and growled, “I fucking want you.” I croaked weakly, “Yes” as she led me by the hand into the next room, pulling off her tank top and skirt as we walked between the rooms. Obviously, she did a bit of wardrobe planning for tonight!

Four “So, what’s the genre we’re looking at?” Nico picked up one of the books on the desk and flipped it to the back, reading the short description. “This one seems to be about magical powers and shit. Fantasy?” Theo nodded, taking a sip of his wine. He set down his glass and picked up a book from the pile. “I have romance, crime thrillers and fantasy, here.” He handed him a book. “What do you think about this?”

Because I knew what simmered underneath their fake stoicism and cracking restraint… was the same thing that hid beneath mine: A pathetic desire to abandon everything to the heat of lust. But all that went out the window when he started dating Valia, vice captain of the volleyball team. Long flawless legs padded by thick thighs that screamed anything but innocence. She wasn't a slut, but by no means was she innocent. The desperate, broken whimpers leaking through our paper-thin walls made that crystal clear. She was exactly the kind of temptation I had to have my hands on before leaving. “Fuck—” The headboard slammed again. Another thrust. Another muffled curse.

"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 kissed her neck and slipped my hand beneath her nightgown. But a strange feeling came over me. The memory of Lauren's body from the night before was still fresh in my mind. When my fingers touched Marie's waist, I felt a small shudder run through me. Marie's body could not compare to Lauren's at all. Marie had started to sag in certain places, and her skin was looser. Lauren had been tight and firm, nothing like this. More importantly, I had spent myself completely the night before. I had no energy left. When I got on top of my wife, I struggled to aroused, and even then, I could barely keep it up.

He finished inside her, groaning quietly as his cum flooded her again. Elena became addicted to the danger and the pleasure. Every Thursday she grew wetter just walking into the library. She started touching herself lightly in class while looking at Roman. Her pussy stayed constantly sensitive. She loved the way her ass stung after his spankings. She loved feeling his cum leak out of her for hours afterward.