Medieval Erotica Novels & Stories

"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

I had left so conspicuously on the side table. I had spent an hour choosing that specific dildo. Polished ebony, heavy, its curves designed to mimic a man's anatomy with unapologetic precision. I knew she couldn't resist it. She was too curious, too repressed, too much of a coiled spring waiting for a reason to snap. "Come on, Moh," I whispered to the empty room, my voice a low rasp. "Show me what you are."

He drew in a deep breath, and my face paled instantly. What trap did I fall into? "You still can't keep me here against my will!" I protested, throwing my hands in the air angrily. He inched closer, stealing my breath like he always did. My clitoris twitched painfully, and waves of unexpected pleasure coursed through my veins. Why did I still find this monster attractive? "Against your will? You know this is what you want, sweetheart. I watched you for a long time, I am aware of your dirty fantasies to be used like a whore, chained up and ordered around. I know."

I gasp as I begin to make sense of it, my mouth falls open at the full realization of what it actually is, the book falls out of my hand with a resounding thud. Francia marches over, about to yell at me, but stops short when she sees the book on the floor, and the box opened, she stares at my scarred face, and laughs. "You poor baby." She laughs at my expression "Porn in a book." I manage out, and she laughs harder "It's not funny, what does Erotica even means?" I say, and she grins. "It's a book dominated by sex scenes. We don't watch porn, we read it, like a fucking lady." She smiles, taking the book from the floor.

The free swing of her breasts added extra zest to her state of excitement— especially when Dina took a moment to play with them, making her nipples spark with want. Lorraine lay down with her knees up, her feet planted on the vinyl cushion, and her clitty on fire. A heartbeat later, Dr. Melling’s erogenous ass hovered above her face. She clasped the divine, sensitive cheeks, and pulled Dina into a sitting position. She felt the sizzle between her own legs as she began to lick the sweet furrow— Dina’s perfectly poised slit. Her ears went erect when she heard a sigh as crisp as the abandoned notebook: the

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

But it didn’t end there. Eva lay stretched across the velvet bench, breathless and dazed, her thighs glistening, lips swollen from him. The older woman crouched between her legs, licking her clean — slowly, reverently, with moans that echoed off the confessional’s walls. Father Luca stood watching, cock twitching again, drenched in guilt and desire. He wasn’t sure if this was a punishment or a reward. "You like watching?" the woman whispered. He nodded. Eva moaned and curled her fingers into the woman’s hair, her hips rising, surrendering. Luca stepped forward, hand tightening in her curls. She looked up at him, mouth already open.

As he poured it all in, Imam Tariq simultaneously raked the image of Jesus cruelly over her sensitive cunt walls again, making the exhausted girl squeal once more with delightful pain. Gasping from all the efforts, sweat pouring from his face and dripping from his beard onto Abigail’s equally soaked white body, the old man slowly pulled his slimy cock from her steaming hole. A loud clanging of the crucifix, soaked and incredibly coated in their mutual cream, bounced off the floor below them, another huge evidence of their sin. Exhausted, Abigail laid back on the desk huffing and moaning, her mind a happy fog and her entire being totally satisfied from being so thoroughly and fantastically fu

“Although the erotic scenes are beautifully written, the plot is hella boring.” Theo let out a deep chuckle, leaning back on the couch. “Finally, someone that gets it. I mean, it has so much potential to be a blast, right?” “Exactly,” Nico continued to flip through the book. “Sex is cool and all but it’s boring when it happens without any plot. You know what I mean?” Theo scoffed. “You mean like these p**n videos that just get into the whole thing without any prior action.” Nico watched him quietly, the corners of his lips tilted up in a small smile. “You sound like you know your game.”

The lock was flimsy, more for show than security, and it gave way with a simple click. Her breath caught. Good lord. Neatly arranged on a bed of black velvet lay a collection of items she had never, not in a million years, associated with Barbara and Mark. Silken ropes, a black leather blindfold, several vibrators of varying size and apparent intensity, a gleaming silver butt plug, a soft-looking feather tickler, and other, more intimidating implements she couldn’t name. Her face flushed with a heat that was part shock, part voyeuristic thrill. Her prim, perfectly-coiffed mother-in-law… and Mark, the stoic, retired accountant… into this?