Lit Errotica Novels & Stories

"Just look what Edric did to you. He dares to show his face again, like he owns the world? He's got more nerve than gravity. Thinking about what you went through because of him—the humiliation, the years you weren't even fully human—it breaks my heart." Tears welled in Erica's eyes. Cynthia nudged her. "I'm not crying, so why are you?" "At least I learned something from all that," Cynthia said. "I may not have gained much, but I sure learned how to spot a trashy man from a mile away." Erica snatched a tissue and burst out laughing. "Cynthia, listen—if you ever hook up with Edric again, we're done. I refuse to be friends with someone who's that intellectually bankrupt."

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.

Clatter— The knife and fork slipped from Luther’s hands, hitting the floor with a sharp ring. Even with his face hidden behind the black mist, I could feel the shock rolling off him. Tch. Annoying. I grabbed Luther by the collar, pulled him close, and kissed him hard—pressing my lips to his and sliding the cherry from my mouth into his. Our tongues brushed; he tried to pull away, but I didn’t care. I bit down on the cherry, letting its overly sweet juice spill out slowly between us.

“Not some prissy business cunt. Yeah, you’re gorgeous, hot as fucking hell, but deep down, you’re just a dirty little slut who needs her holes used, aren’t you?” Letty couldn’t stop, wouldn’t, even if a gun was jammed to her head. She kept grinding, her hips snapping with brutal, relentless force, her eyes rolling so far back they showed only whites, utterly consumed, loving every raw, agonizing inch of his cock relentlessly plowing deep inside her.

"When I was browsing a bookshop recently, I came across this. It was being sold openly. The illustrations inside are deeply improper, and the woman depicted in them is my cousin." It was an erotic picture book. The woman's face was never shown, yet her poses were overtly seductive, and a rose-shaped birthmark was on her waist. Eleanor frowned. "What is this? How do you know the woman in these pictures is Charlotte?" Yvonne's voice rang out clearly across the hall. "Because my cousin has the exact same rose birthmark on her waist." The room erupted. Every pair of eyes turned toward me, and the looks on their faces said everything. One moment away from becoming Crown Princess, and now this. Ho

ARC 21 : SIREN’S FATAL EMBRACE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content including lesbian smut, fingering, squirting, tribbing/scissoring, oral worship, tail penetration (anal and vaginal), double penetration with tongue and tail, rough degradation, and intense orgasm control. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores raw and unrestrained desire. ------- Eli/Elara's POV The wind whipped across the deck of The Iron Kraken carrying the reek of unwashed men. I kept my head down with my shoulders hunched, trying to blend in

Monday came like a fucking wrecking ball. I stood in the library, a stack of books in my arms so high I could barely see over them, my body still aching from the weekend. Every step sent a dull throb through my thighs, a reminder of exactly how thoroughly Liam Carter had fucked me. The mark on my neck was hidden under a scarf, but I could feel it burning against my skin, a secret brand that only we knew about. I was supposed to be studying for my Romantic Poetry midterm. Instead, I was staring at the same page for the tenth time, my mind drifting to the feel of Liam's hands on my skin, the sound of his voice in my ear, the way he had whispered my name when he came.

He flashed a bright, dangerous smile and added, “Don’t worry. From now on, we won’t take any days off. We’ll follow your little erotica novel’s schedule exactly.” A chill crawled up my spine. Something felt very, very wrong…