Inspire Erotics Novels & Stories

A female employee stated while sighing dreamily. All of the employees seem to be talking about a man. Who is it tho? Is it a visitor? A business partner? “If you are really motivated to work, then why are y’all gossiping here?” Someone stated making the employees look back. Melissa Johnson, wearing a very sexy dress with her lips in very red tint and her eyebrows raised, looks at the employees sarcastically. The employees nudged each other with a nervous look on their faces. They immediately bowed down and said sorry to Isobelle and Melissa after realizing that they’ve been slacking off for a while.

Thumbs brushed my nipples too soft. His eyes finally came up to meet mine, and there was nothing boyish in them anymore. “God help me. Yes.” I leaned in close enough that he could feel my breath against his jaw, close enough that one more inch would end whatever was left of the line between us. “Then stop wiping floors,” I whispered, “and come find out what I taught myself to do in the dark, thinking about you.” I grabbed his wrists. “Not like that. Like you mean it.”

My dick was sloppy wet, twitching, throbbing, red with arousal, hanging in the air, pointing at my girlfriend's nose. Both young women were staring at it, mouths open, eyes wide. Both were panting excitedly. It throbbed in the empty air as I imagined Jordyn's pretty little lips wrapping around it. She was so close I could almost feel her breath. But I said nothing.

I trace the engraving with my thumb, the letters sharp against my skin, and I imagine his hands on me instead, his fingers digging into my hips, his mouth hot against my ear, whispering filthy promises. A shudder runs through me as I turn the vibrator on. The low, insistent buzz fills the room, vibrating through my bones, my nerves, my need. “That’s right, pet,” he says low and husky. I swallow thickly, my free hand drifting down my stomach, over the dip of my navel, before hesitating just above my bare, swollen pussy. My lips are slick with arousal, my clit already throbbing, desperate for contact. But I don’t touch myself. Not yet. Adrian hasn’t given me permission.

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These feelings I pushed down. I reached for the Lussuria Clausa in my bag. A book of spells to suppress erotic dreams, seal the gates of pleasure and protect the body from unwanted spiritual intrusion through sexual channels. Just as I opened the first page…. “Liliane Ravanel with the Lussuria Clausa? Wonders shall never cease,” I heard. I turned to find Adrien watching me over my shoulder. “Are you crazy? Can’t you see I need privacy?” I asked, anger coursing through me. I fucking hate Adrien.

Her breathing quickened, chest rising and falling with small, broken moans that echoed softly in the steam. She pictured Theo, wet hair clinging to his forehead, eyes dark as midnight, lips parted and breathing hard. “Fuck, Jazz… you don’t know what you do to me.” Her fingers slipped lower, brushing her clit between her legs. Her hips jerked at the first touch, a helpless sound spilling from her mouth. She circled slowly, teasing herself the way she imagined Theo would, patient, firm, driving her higher but never letting her fall. The steam wrapped around her like a secret, hiding her shame, her desire, her trembling need.

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

“Did you receive my letters?” He nodded. “Yes, I did but I was too busy to reply. Forgive me.” I scoffed and stepped backwards from him, tears filling my eyes. “You say you love me but you don’t even tell me when you’re leaving and you don’t reply to my letters. I have been horny for fourteen days, Eric. Crazily horny. I touch myself every night in the dark while thinking about you. I have these wild fantasies that I fight so hard not to have, but I can’t stop because my husband is not here.”

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.