Libro Erotico Novels & Stories

Antonio’s kiss on her neck lingered, and the hands he wrapped around her waist seemed to be there even without his presence. “What am I suddenly…feeling this way….”. She opened her eyes and exhaled hotly. She could feel the wetness overflowing and her clits drumming and kicking for a touch. “Not now, this…this…is bad…should I?” She sat up and looked down. “I have to keep myself busy and my mind away from any erotic thoughts”. She walked to her small bookshelf and found a novel by a talented writer, CAROLUCHY. Unfortunately, it was an erotica novel. Doris gave it to her as a birthday gift years ago, and she never opened it, the deceit there is the title didn’t hint on the nature of the novel.

Elena Pov “Fuck…” I moaned softly as I felt my juices trickle down my thighs, warm and slow. My grip tightened around Jeremy’s picture, the edges bending under the pressure of my fingers as I held onto it like it was him. My back pressed against the doorframe, my body already trembling from the heat pooling low in my stomach. “Fuck, Jeremy… please, fuck me…” I whispered, my voice shaky and breathless as I dragged my fingers down my thighs, my touch slow, teasing, making my breath hitch.

Ellie was trapped in her erotic dream, and in it, the love of her life was stroking inside her while kissing her shoulders and neck. It sent tingles down to her toes and clit. In the dream, his manhood was thick and hard, filling her to the brim; her pussy was wet and hot, stuffy like the South American jungles; her breathing was quick and shallow in her dream. Oh, what a lovely dream... or was it?

I said flipping a page. I touched his hand while taking my hand back to myself, that didn’t faze him. He murmured something about the record to himself. His deep voice made his seat vibrate, I touched my boobs, with my bra on. He continued, with his focus on the file before his eyes. I am already ruining my panties, I can feel juice going down my thighs. I went closer, and he turned to me. His eyes met my boobs. “What the hell are you doing?” he asked.

THEMES: Dark and Intense, Incubus- X- Human, Demon- X- Human, Filthy tone, Accidental demon summoning, Memory reading, Blackmail pre plot, Risky fuck, Public setting, Fucking in a Library, Aftercare, Revenge, Spell Gone Wrong, Spell circle, Trapped in a Spell circle rune.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

“The one full of every filthy fantasy that sweet mouth of yours never dared to confess?” Heat scorched my face. My eyes widened as realization crashed into me. He had found it. The private little erotica book I thought I had hidden perfectly, the one filled with scenes I’d devoured late at night when I couldn’t sleep. Dark, sinful things I wasn’t sure I’d ever have the courage to ask for. “Lorenzo…” I hissed, clutching the blanket tighter around me. “Where is it?” But he only shook his head, still smirking, and turned toward the hall.

“Cry for me, Ava. Let me hear how much you love getting ruined.” Tears streamed down my face as he fucked me mercilessly, his hips slapping against my reddened ass. I was moaning, whimpering, and sobbing uncontrollably. Leo took his turn, flipping me onto my back and throwing my legs over his shoulders. He folded me in half and sank deep, grinding against my cervix with every thrust. “You’re such a filthy little cumdump,” he growled, spitting into my open mouth. I swallowed it eagerly, moaning. “Four cocks and you’re still begging for more.”

He continued, voice dropping lower. “An erotic novel. Quite explicit. The heroine was bent over her boss’s desk, skirt around her waist, getting fucked hard while he called her a dirty little slut.” My cheeks burned bright red. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I had been reading during my short break, thinking no one would return. I opened my mouth to apologize, but no words came out. Adrian stood up slowly and walked around the desk like a predator. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form.

That caused my eyebrows to raise and my cheeks to blush. "Well... If you like that mix, maybe 'Story of O' by Pauline Réage, 'The Lover' by Marguerite Duras, 'Tropic of Cancer' by Henry Miller, or 'Delta of Venus' by Anaïs Nin could be recommended," I suggested, my face burning. These were considered significant works of erotic literature, but at the same time, they were quite scandalous. "Did you enjoy them?" he asked with a slightly huskier voice. "I like forming my own opinions."