Love Erotica Novels & Stories

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?

He held my both hands upwards on the car door and went all in again, slamming the doors in between my thighs, this time felt better, he continued thrusting gently and kissing the sensitive skin underneath my ear, while I moaned softly. “You're so tight Michelle” he whispered in my ear as he pounded harder. He groaned and slammed for the last time and my legs gave out as they shook violently. He kissed my forehead again, as he fell on me breathing hard. A few minutes later, he pulled me into his arms, holding me close as if protecting something fragile. The windows steamed up, and for a while, it was just us—lost in a moment we shouldn’t have shared. *** The early morning breeze at 5 AM stirr

I love watching movies. Where I live? I live in a small town named Roselli, weird name right? But there is a legend behind it. There was a girl named Roselli, and she was in love with a guy named Roman, they were madly in love, but Roselli's father didn't approve of their love and married her off to some wealthy guy. cliché right? Roman was so heartbroken that he committed suicide by jumping off a cliff into the sea, calling out his love before jumping. Since then this town is lovers paradise, lovers around the world come to visit the spot Roman jumped from and call out their lovers name. Huh? I don't believe in all this I am in love of this place cause it's my home, there are some pristine

I love her so much. I've come to terms with my feeling for Erika. I love her, of course. But I must admit, I lust for her more. She has an inner sexuality that bursts forth, swamping all in her path. Like Anna's Louboutin's, Erika is "sex on wheels" and she's opened her heart to me. She's fucked a hoard of men but in the cold light of day after a night we spent together last month, she bared her soul, revealing no man can fully sate her sexually like me.

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.

I continue my work and I have a good progress. I decided to email my proposed title and outline to Ms. Amanda and I’m a bit nervous. I hope she will like it. I’m confident with my work but knowing Ms. Amanda she is a very strict and I don’t know what really catches her attention or what her taste about a novel. I decided to make a romance novel about a girl that left on her wedding day to pursue her dreams and after a long time will meet again her past lover.

His eyes held love and adoration, and I saw nothing but Silvio's face instead of his. Craving his touch, I tip-toed. His widened for a second as he realised what I was about to do but he didn't protested. Silvio's grey eyes flashed through my eyes and my lips brushed his, softly, delicately, like butterfly wings, just long enough that he could inhale my breath, feel the warmth of my skin, and the taste of my lipstick. As our bodies pressed tightly against each other, his hands found small of my waist only to pull me closer. "Hey, man! Didn't kne-WH-FUCK!"

She was there, with her face facing the other side. Ryan stared at her smooth white skin he so want to run his hands around and kiss. Her hair so wet he could run his fingers through them. She is devilishly beautiful and trying him so much with this seduction. He can't doubt her not being a seductress. She so had worked being a seductress before. But the thought of another man seeing her body before, made his head fume. No one dare to see her body except him. She is her property. No one can love her. No one. He still haven't realized his love for her, he still thinks he is obsessed with her and possessive of her.

Forgetting the others' paintings. "I want to give you a short trivia first. Eros is the Greek God of love and sexual desire. We, Greeks fears this kind of love because God Eros shoots his arrows into our hearts without any warnings. Eros is a type of love based on sexual attraction, lust, or the love of the body. It was divine." "Woah... " I don't know why but I suddenly feel embarrassed. I remembered the things we did before. It makes me embarrassed to the core!

These last few months had been filled with the most wonderful moments of pure happiness and exquisite lovemaking, with days filled with planning for their baby, and nights filled with perfect passion offered by the man who loved her more than she’d ever dared believe was possible. Electa loved to feel his senses quicken for her. She loved to see the burning heat of his desire for her blaze in his eyes. She loved it when Adrastos came over her, as he was doing now, and made that first slow drive with his hips that joined them. She loved to see the fierce depth of his desire for her strip everything but his love for her from his beautiful face. Reaching up, Electa touched Adrastos’s lips with