Monster Erotica Books Novels & Stories

You must read, so you'll know what we know. Loving books as she did, Madeleine had soon forgotten her disappointment. The private library was a wondrous hoard of knowledge, and as arousing in its way as the long, shared hours of yesterday. Each book was a classic of pornography. As she read — and read and read and read - Madeleine soon grew both learned and fevered. Every picture seemed to remind her of the touch of Delrina’s lips, or the way Laurelina’s fingertips could seek out, and find, the most discreet and receptive of pleasure-nodes, then tantalise them to the very edge of madness. Every line or paragraph of uncensored prose seemed to conjure up the taste of Nadia’s sweat.

“But we both know what a desperate slut you are.” She came anyway, hard, shamefully, and squirting around the dildo, piss mixing with her juices, running down her thighs onto the floor. Damon laughed and kept going, forcing her straight into another orgasm before the first even ended. Over and over. The bench creaked under her thrashing. Her voice went hoarse from screaming. The plug in her ass shifted with every convulsion, pressing against the dildo through her thin wall. She lost count after the fourth orgasm. Everything mixed into pain and unwanted pleasure.

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

I moaned his name, my body trembling with need. Damien's hands moved to my thighs, spreading them wider, giving him better access. His fingers found my clit, rubbing and circling, sending me over the edge. I cried out, my body convulsing with pleasure as I came in his arms. I sighed and smiled at him, I could see that smug smile resting perfectly on his face. I urged him to continue, my body still wanted him. He continued to suck my breasts, his hands roaming my body, keeping me on the brink of ecstasy.

My goddamn stepmother—was staring straight at me with those dark, hungry eyes and that wicked little smile curving her full lips like she’d been waiting for this exact moment all along. Waiting for the resentful little college girl who hated her guts to finally get caught touching herself to the sight of her perfect body spread open and glistening on the couch. I should’ve run. I should’ve bolted upstairs, locked my door, and pretended the last two minutes of my life had never happened. But my feet wouldn’t move. My fingers were still buried inside my soaked cunt, slowly circling my throbbing clit like they had a mind of their own, and Elena’s low voice, or would I say husky voice dripping w

He flipped again. A full two-page spread: A woman blindfolded and ball-gagged, hogtied across a mattress. Her legs were spread by a bar. Her toes curled in tension. Her holes sketched in tight detail -- stuffed, obscenely, with what was clearly meant to be two separate toys. The kind of drawing someone does only when they've lived it. Or needed to. His cock twitched. He didn't stop flipping. Page after page -- each more shocking, intimate, and raw than the last.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner

"It's true. Quite a few of the books I used to read were reverse harem novels. One woman having to serve two or more men. They weren't the only type I read, but maybe fifty percent." "Wasn't my brother enough of a man for you?" "Master is the most skillful lover I've ever had. The best orgasms of my life have been with him?" "Would you agree, Lisa?" Cindy asked. "Definitely. Totally cosmic cums; much better than my former husband." "The one who raped you both, who got shot? Mom and Dad told me about him." "That's the one." "So why did you fantasize about multiple men fucking you?" Cindy asked.

The room quieted slightly. Bids continued, but slower now. Damien countered each one with lazy confidence, never breaking eye contact with her. Liora’s pulse thrummed wildly between her legs. She hated how aware she was of her body under his stare — the way her breasts rose and fell with each shaky breath, the dampness growing between her thighs, the flush spreading down her neck. *He destroyed my family,* she reminded herself fiercely. *He’s a monster.* Yet her mind supplied vivid, unwanted images: those strong hands on her skin, that controlled voice commanding her, that powerful body pressing her down. Shame and forbidden arousal warred inside her chest.

Mom supported me, not because she understood, but because she loved me and wanted me to be happy. I stood up and walked around the library, feeling a little restless. They had all of the classics, and some of them looked as though they were expensive copies. Other authors that I regularly read, such as James Patterson and Dean Koontz were on the shelves. They even had some of my female favorites, such as Lisa Jackson, Lisa Gardner and Heather Graham Pozzessere. Then I wondered down to another section where I found some more provocative books. They had a lot of erotica books. One huge volume stood out: The Kama Sutra.