Literature Erotica Novels & Stories

I spent hours alone reading my books, with the image of Jack’s cock print on his shorts constantly flashing before my eyes. I distracted myself, moving everywhere reading different topics. But it never stopped flashing before my eyes. I was reading, and I started feeling my pussy throbbing, soaking my panties. My nipples felt hard and aching. I went to take a shower to relieve myself of those thoughts. In the bathroom, I stood before the mirror, and saw Jack behind me. His hand wrapped around my neck and his other hand fondling my tits. I turned on the tap and poured water onto my face, ending all lustful hallucinations.

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I read on. The writing was atrocious, but that wasn’t why I read it. Fifty Shades opened up my eyes to a world I never imagined existed: the dark, sensual world of dominance and submission. I swallow another gulp of beer. So how does literature influence my imagination? As a child it fueled my dreams. As an adult, it does the same. I long for a stern dominant to take me in hand, and my own literary pursuits now include reams of books dedicated to the erotic pull of dominance and submission in romance. I write fantasies with vivid detail, allowing my imagination to see no limits. In my mind, I am that woman collared by a man who loves her. I am that woman who surrenders to a powerful dominant

I say hiding the book behind me. "Okay now, I obviously have to know." He says with a smirk. "It's nothing," I say smiling. "Oh it's something. Oh my God it's Porn?" He says flat out laughing now. "No it's not, I say. It's a romance novel with occasional sex scenes." I say explaining. He reaches out and collects the book from hand. "It's say erotica right here, so it's obviously porn." He says laughing. "Okay maybe it's an erotic romance book." I say with a blush creeping up my neck.

The assigned text, Bataille’s Erotism, was a descent into philosophical darkness. It spoke of the sacred and the profane, of violence as a gateway to ecstasy, of transgression as a necessary rupture of the mundane world. Elara read it in her small apartment, her body still sore and marked from the last session, the words resonating in her bones. She understood, now, that her thesis was not merely an academic exercise. It was a lived experience, a mapping of her own violation and transcendence.

She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'

"Alone at Last" TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. " Xavier's POV " For months she had been my obsession.

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.

"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.

He kept pounding until he finally groaned and filled me with hot, thick ropes of cum, his body shuddering against mine. After we caught our breath, I straightened my skirt, feeling his cum already starting to leak down my thighs, and gave him a wicked little smile. “I’ll take care of the rest. Don’t worry.” Later that afternoon, I found her in the quiet corner of the university library, tucked between the tall shelves of old literature books. She was pretending to read, but her face was still flushed and her hands were shaking as she turned the pages. I walked up behind her and leaned in close. “Hey… about what you saw earlier.”