Love Erotica Novels & Stories

Your fingers trace forbidden roads, On my offered body, fragile and strange. Murmurs open like prayers, Trembling intoxication on the edge of the flesh. Shadow embraces shadow in fevered silence, Desire lights up with luminous bursts. In the deep night where our tears merge, Eroticism blooms, wild and soft. --- Chapter 1 — Confessions of a Desire Clémence

The room is near, but our desires can't wait anymore. I openly removed what I was wearing, which I don't usually do with people I have sex with. What is Lexie doing to me? I think she's spinning me around. She gets what she wants over me. But I can't deny that I love all the events. I again inserted my two fingers into her cave. I went in and out while exploring her neck with my mouth. [LEXIE LEWIS] "Ahh.." I growled. "I love you, Agatha.." I said without realizing it.

I also couldn’t hold myself; I moved slowly and started kissing every inch of her skin pouring my love on each pour, She is still pretending not to open her eyes. My hands went down on her pussy rubbing it slowly. “Peter .. Peter… Please stop teasing me already” she said. “No, Sheina, it’s my turn now… Last night, I had to stop but babe I can't hold myself anymore.” This sort of love, a passionate fire between two bodies and flaming it fuelling it and furring it was what used to do to keep our passion alive. We desired each other wanting more and more of each other’s essence. Her pussy is dripping wet.

"Wha—," she found herself back in his arms being carried toward the back of the house. He kicked open a door on the opposite side of where Elodie was fast asleep. She looked about the room bathed in darkness as he placed her down on the bed. When he climbed in and stayed looming above her, she couldn't place the look in his eyes as anything but desire. They glowed in the darkness, much like an animal when the light hits them. His mouth took hers gently, but as the dam burst that he must have held back since the first time they met, she could feel everything he had built up. He cradled her head and then rolled her on top of him. Everything that he felt was shining in his eyes in the darkness.

One minute we were standing in a field of flowers kissing passionately and the next I was lying naked beneath him while he took me with a fury that surpassed the passion of a vampire. As I lay spent in his arms, he kissed me gently on my temple, then each breast, then my abdomen. I shouldn’t have been surprised when his tender kisses found their way to my most private area, but I was. Perhaps it was more the fact that I would have such an erotic dream more so than the fact that Luthias pleasured me in such a way. It certainly wasn’t as if he’d never done it before. I closed my eyes while I reveled in the sensations as Luthias took my shameless body to heights beyond measure. I allowed myself

Ruby tried to turn her head away from him, but he held her chin. “Come again?" Ruby have to be clear to him. That everything about them was purely physical attraction. There was never any love, like it should be. “Like you said, it’s just sex.” “I never said it was just sex,” said Eric. “Then, then what is?” "It's love. The love that was hidden in our hearts." Eric kissed her fingertips and then her arm. "No. No, it's not. It's just lust." "It's lust with lots and lots of love."

I cried out in between my lewd moans. “Why? You always love it when I touch you here…just like this. Isn’t that right, Naomi?” EROS teased. I couldn’t believe that he was doing this to me, and it was even harder to believe just how good it felt. “You’re getting wetter. It’s so hot inside of you…” EROS said. I cried out before covering my mouth with the back of my hand when he screwed his thick and long fingers into my love hole. It’s in so deep, his fingers are so long…

Eliana posed a few questions in front of him. "If it was lust, then we have been into that stuff already. But we care for each other, no? Also, your body gets excited to see the person whom you are interested in or the person you like or you are ready to fall in love with that person or you are already in love with that person." Augustus made her understand and moved his hand away from her chest to his shoulder. He gently pulled her close and whispered in her ear, "Lust and Love can never be together. Lust is all about being physical, but love is beyond that." His lips brushed softly on her earlobe and he moved back while his cheek touched hers.

He hoisted his glass and they both clinked their drinks. “They say lust is an emotion, not a reaction.” Cyrene started. “For me, it’s both.” “Keep going.” Darwin waved a hand. “It doesn’t mean a woman tells you that she loves you, she really did. Love has different forms, so as sex. You can have sex with someone out of frustration, out of sport, or out of love. Sometimes all of the above. But in the right person, you no longer use the word sex or fuck. You use the term ‘make love’, as the two of you are indeed in love.”

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.