Historical Romance Erotica Novels & Stories

I shivered as his hands cupped my breasts, thumbs circling my hard nipples. “You’re still such an arrogant prick,” I whispered, but I arched into his touch. My pussy was already dripping, aching for him after weeks of tense meetings where we fucked in secret between arguments. Ronan pushed me back onto the bed and stripped quickly, his thick cock springing free, heavy and veined. “And you’re still a stubborn little brat who gets wet arguing with me.” He climbed over me, spreading my legs wide and rubbing his cockhead up and down my slick folds. “Tell me you want this.”

“I haven’t tried it again. It was also an experiment for me as well. I wanted to create the worst possible romantic interest and see if readers wanted him together with the other male lead character. You can guess the answer to that.” Zach found it too easy to guess. He had learned a surprising amount about human nature from reading erotica stories. He had seen plenty of characters he could never root for or want to be in a romantic relationship. The other editors had explained that things like that didn’t matter to most readers and sometimes the most distasteful characters were the most popular and the most unhealthy relationships were highly romanticised. “I can. Did it sell well?” He hadn

As he pounded into her, he whispered dirty talk into her ear, telling her how sexy she looked and cursing every time she did something that turned him on. He spanked her lightly at first, but as she begged for more, he hit her harder, leaving her skin red and tingling. Penelope was lost in a haze of desire, feeling completely taken by Liam's dominating presence. He choked her lightly, making sure not to put too much pressure on her windpipe, and left scratch marks down her back with his nails.

Jeremy leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, his t-shirt stretching tight over his biceps. “No, thanks,” she said, not looking up. He ignored her and stepped in anyway. “Sci-fi fan huh?” He said, picking up a stack of novels. “Yeah,” she said, low but a bit panicked because what if he saw? Just as he was about to dig further. “Jeremy, wait, don’t touch that.” Too late, he had already picked it up. “Oh?” he said, staring at the book, then back at her. “Dark romance? Erotica? I didn’t know you were kinky like that.” He teased.

A LOVE FOR SPANKING - 2 He wrapped his arms around her small frame and kissed her passionately. His kiss was soft and gentle. His tongue softly prodded, asking permission to enter her mouth. Erica opened, granting him entry. Dave's hands roamed her firm body. His fingers brushed against her hardening nipples. He lifted Erica up, and she wrapped her legs around him. He carried her over to the couch and laid her down softly. His mouth explored, leaving a trail of kisses down her body. She ran her hands through his shaggy brown hair as she arched her back. His mouth found her nipple, and he teasingly circled it with his tongue before clamping down, causing Erica to moan loudly.

He forced himself to ask as he trailed wet kisses down the nape of her neck. She rolled her eyes. "Why do you keep spoiling the mood, Ryder?" This time she rolled over, pinning him to the bed and she let her hand guide his prick into her tight hole. Ryder had his eyes shut for a while, this was explicitly satisfying. He had never made love to a woman so he would in the past never be able to describe that scintillating feeling elicited from a romance. When she started to buck against him, he thought he would lose his senses. He was floating on cloud nine and needed as much time not to get lost in the abyss.

He filled her again and again, his cock hitting a spot deep inside her that made her see stars. Isanna clawed at his back, her nails scraping over the impossibly smooth skin where scales might form. She met every one of his thrusts with a roll of her own hips, a willing participant in this ancient, frenzied dance. This was no gentle lovemaking. This was a joining of two powerful wills, a conflagration of lust that had been brewing for centuries. “Isanna,” he growled her name like a prayer and a curse. “Your pussy is a paradise. It clings to my cock like a fist.”

The kiss was hungry and urgent, full of all the tension that had built up during every lecture. He backed her up until her ass hit the edge of the desk. Papers shifted under her. One hand moved from her face down to her neck, holding her in place while he kissed her harder. His other hand slid under her skirt and straight between her legs. He cupped her pussy over her panties and groaned when he felt how soaked the fabric was. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” he muttered against her mouth. He rubbed his fingers along the wet material, pressing it between her swollen lips. Sara gasped and rocked against his hand. The friction on her clit felt so good she almost came right there.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

Introduction: In the hot, hazy summer of a small town, an eighteen-year-old nerd accidentally enters a forbidden world of desire that will change his life forever. He is stuck in a house full of tension and unspoken anger, and he can't stop thinking about the one woman he shouldn't want—his beautiful, curvy mother. When a heated argument starts a fire of raw, wild desire, their relationship turns into a secret dance of seduction and surrender. In the back of a minivan, where they can steal glances and whisper secrets, they cross a line that ties them together in a web of forbidden love. This is a story about love, guilt, and the thrilling thrill of giving in to what is wrong. Every touch is