Manan Erotic Novels & Stories

It wasn’t Nathan. Bruno was sitting there, shirtless, his head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth parted in silent pleasure. His right hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, deliberately. Even in the dim blue light of the television, I could see the thick, glistening head and the precum shining at its tip. He was bigger, much bigger than Nathan. I froze. I had never seen anything like it before. The sight of my boyfriend’s father touching himself was so raw, so erotic, that I couldn’t look away.

Holding his head, she was pushing him more into her. "You taste amazing, baby girl." Manik said and bit her pussy softly. Licking his tongue, he smiled at Nandini. She closed her eyes in shyness. He moved upwards and started sucking her nipples while Nandini held Manik's shoulder. The room echoed with all the erotic sounds. Suddenly Manik pushed his one finger inside her pussy still sucking her one boob, earning a moan from Nandini. She shouted in pain when Manik inserted his four long fingers together inside her hole. A cry left out of her mouth with the sudden insertion.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

The first results were articles with bold headlines: "Damien Cross: The Painter of Desire" "Eroticism in Strokes and Shadows" "The Man Who Turns Skin into Stories" She clicked one. A grainy photograph of a tall man in a black shirt appeared, his face half-turned away from the camera. Dark hair, sharp jawline, eyes that seemed to be staring at something far beyond the frame. He looked… untouchable. Like he belonged to another world. Then she saw his paintings. Her breath caught.

A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

His words carried a seductive invitation, enticing me further into this tantalizing encounter. As the man rubs my pussy and carefully slides his finger inside of my sweet hole, Feeling a surge of both anticipation and nervousness, I swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and braced myself for the intense pleasure that awaited me as he tapped the sensitive spot that made me want to scream. The air crackled with an electrifying energy, heightening my senses and pushing me to the edge of ecstasy.

Afterall who can reject the great Tristan king's proposal and too for marriage. "By the way..." he neared Mani and spoke in her ear, "Daniel prefer BDSM." He smirked and walked away whistling. Mani didn't get him for a while but when she did, her face paled. Her eyes widened anticipating the coming events. How could she forget about those deeds? Her first night. Oh god! Would he do those things? She tried to calm herself and took a glass of water. No...She won't let him do that.

Inside, a man and a woman were entangled on the bed, their clothes completely removed. Some people immediately covered their faces, unable to look any longer. The more timid young ladies even let out frightened screams. My mother flew into a rage. "Charlotte Young! You have some nerve—how dare you commit such indecent, shameless acts! "Drag her out here. I'll kill her myself!" "Who exactly are you dragging out, Mom?" The people in front of me spun around. I was standing at the back of the crowd, stretching on my toes to peer over their shoulders, my expression nothing but mild curiosity.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS EXTREMELY GRAPHIC GANG BANG SCENES, PUBLIC SEX, DEGRADATION, MULTIPLE PARTNERS, AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. "MELANDA'S POV" My name is Melanda, and I was twenty-one years old when I made the stupidest, hottest decision of my life.