Publishing Erotica Novels & Stories

Secret Desires Unleashed (1) Clementine's POV I sat in theboardroom, my fingers tapping anxiously on the table. My mind was anywhere but focused on the discussion at hand. It had been a long night of tossing and turning, consumed by vivid and explicit dreams that left me aching and wet between my thighs. The source of my restless sleep? P**n. I had fallen down a rabbit hole of pornographic content online, succumbing to temptation and allowing myself to indulge in fantasies that I had repressed for far too long.

The dirty words, the forbidden reality of who he was, and the way he owned my body pushed me closer and closer to the edge. “I’m going to fill you up,” he growled, thrusting harder, deeper. His voice took on a darker, primal edge. “I’m going to breed this tight little cunt. Pump you full of my cum until it’s dripping out of you. You want that? You want me to knock you up while your best friend has no idea?” His absolutely filthy words were my undoing. My walls clenched around him violently as my orgasm crashed over me. I came hard, screaming his name, my body shaking in the cuffs as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

Then his hands were on me again, spreading my cheeks, exposing my dripping, freshly fucked pussy and the tight ring of muscle above it. “Look at this pretty little hole still leaking my cum,” he said, almost reverently. One thick finger traced my entrance, pushing some of his release back inside me. I moaned, pushing back against his hand. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to bend you over this desk, Elara. Every time you brought me reports in those tight skirts, I imagined exactly this.”

Ezra had noticed this yet he fell hard for him. The problem was, Kendall only ever treated him like a bro. A roommate. A guy you'd share instant noodles with at midnight, borrow ten bucks or a benjamin from, a guy he'd occasionally elbow in the ribs during late-night Dirt 5 gaming sessions. Ezra got Kendall's attention sure—but never in the way he wanted. Kendall saw him only as plain, ordinary, Ezra. So, Ezra had done something stupid. Something very reckless. He’d created Maya—a female catfish Winstagram account, with photoshopped pictures of a Brunette girl from Stock photos. He had replied Kendall's story about Kafka being possibly better than Dostoyevsky.

I continued my dance , swaying my hips and teasing him . Slowly, I started taking off the lingerie from the bralette, revealing my firm, round breasts and my nipples which were already hard as stones. Nathan’s breathing grew heavy as he watched, completely mesmerized by my erotic display. He reached out, tracing a finger down my stomach, pausing at my waist . I moaned softly as his fingers brushed against my sensitive skin, my body trembling in anticipation. He pulled me closer, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. I reached for the waistband of his pants, undoing them with practiced ease. I slipped my hand inside and wrapped my fingers around his hard length, stroking it firmly.

I breathed "It's time to be shown in public, right?" It was time. And the way to do it was by uploading them to a few websites online. Easy and completely inexpensive for me. I had a lot of doubts at the beginning because romances are in high demand on those sites, and I have never written one in my life. Epic battles, I did. Dragons and magic, I did. Horror and zombies, I did. But romance and erotica, never. After thorough research on the genre, I wrote an erotic novel myself, with the not-so-much unique name, The rush.

Rafe hummed in response against my core, the vibration shooting sparks up my spine. He added a third finger, curling them to hit that exact spot, moving them in a fast, scissor-like motion. I gritted my teeth; loads of pleasure skimmed through my whole body nonstop. He moved while his tongue sucked hard on my clit in circles. A loud cry echoed through me, and I came hard. My thighs clamped and unclasped violently as pleasure shot through me. Rafe didn't stop or release my pussy. He kept devouring me, licking and sucking through every aftershock until I was a trembling, sobbing mess.

He reaches out and brushes my hair away from my forehead, his fingers gentle as he stares down at me. My breathing turns ragged, loud enough that I’m sure he can hear it. My palms grow clammy. “You look quite flushed, love. Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed that I know about your little secret.” He pulls back to his side of the bed, his tone turning casual and conversational. “What’s so bad about being an erotica writer?” I stare at him, stunned. I never expected this reaction. Whenever I imagined someone finding out about my blog, I always pictured shame and judgment. Not this.

He continued, voice dropping lower. “An erotic novel. Quite explicit. The heroine was bent over her boss’s desk, skirt around her waist, getting fucked hard while he called her a dirty little slut.” My cheeks burned bright red. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I had been reading during my short break, thinking no one would return. I opened my mouth to apologize, but no words came out. Adrian stood up slowly and walked around the desk like a predator. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form.