Publishing Erotica Novels & Stories

Valentina opened it and started reading again. The table sat slightly out of place, scrape marks visible on the marble floor. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air. Leo sat beside her and tried to focus on the documents. Under the table, Valentina slid her bare foot up his leg again. Her toes brushed against his inner thigh. She kept her eyes on the page but allowed a small, satisfied smile. They worked like that for another twenty minutes. Every few pages, Valentina shifted in her seat. Fresh cum still leaked slowly from her pussy, making her thighs slick.

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.

My walls pulsed and squeezed him tight as waves of pleasure crashed through me. “Look at that,” Matthew laughed darkly, still thrusting through my orgasm. “You love it, don’t you? Cheating on your husband with this big black cock and cumming like a slut.” He pinched my nipples hard, twisting them between his fingers while he kept pounding me. The sharp pain sent fresh sparks straight to my clit. He leaned down and spit right on my pussy, making everything even wetter and messier. Then his rough thumb found my swollen clit and started rubbing it in fast, dirty circles.

My eyebrows raised when I realized what I was looking at. Women with perky, round breasts posed in tiny lingerie, some of them with their legs spread. I was shocked to see them because I didn't think people still bought magazines like this when you could find everything on the internet. Was this what Daniel liked? I'd never seen him with a girl before, and he didn't have any girlfriend that I knew of. At a point, I had even suspected that he was gay. Knowing I was invading his privacy and not really caring, I sat on his bed, and pulled one of the magazines into my lap. I flipped the pages open, and began to browse.

My own fingers never left my clit, working in a frantic, blurred motion. I pushed off Dante one more time, another fountain of my release spraying so far it almost cleared the bed. I was beyond gone. I sank back down, gripping Kael’s length to stroke him while Jax grabbed me by the neck, pulling me into a deep, desperate kiss. When he pulled away, he kept his hand on my throat, his eyes dark with a terrifying intensity. "You like being our little secret, don't you, Ariel? You like being the family slut."

“Stretching Mommy’s married hole again right under her son’s nose. What if Jake walks in right now? Sees me bouncing on this fat cock that belongs to his best friend. Sees my tits bouncing while you breed me?” The dirty risk made everything ten times hotter. I thrust up gently to meet her, burying myself balls-deep. Elena’s mouth opened in a silent, desperate gasp, her eyes widening. Her creamy juices coated my balls and leaked down to my ass. I slid one hand down to rub her swollen clit in slow, firm circles while she rode me like a filthy secret.

I tapped on another picture of me sitting against the wall in a set of black lacy lingerie with my legs spread apart. I was holding a small silver vibrator against my underwear. “Just send both, stupid!” She smirked. I raised my eyebrows at her. “What? Might as well. It’ll give him some different options when he looks at your pictures to, ya know”—she made a jerking motion by her pelvis—“come.” " You can't just leave the poor man to stare at just one photo, can you? There's a reason p**n videos are long and dynamic" Angela said, still staring at the photos, scrolling and swiping through the numerous photos we took.

The pre-cum that beaded at the tip was not entirely physical; it was condensed dream-stuff, potent and addictive. He laid her down on the impossibly soft moss of the clearing. The moonlight seemed to spotlight them. He finally shed his trousers, freeing his erection. Nylahna’s eyes, heavy-lidded and sated, widened at the sight of him. He was beautifully, intimidatingly proportioned, his length veined and eager.

she said. Darien was keen for her to continue. She was one of the best department leads in the company so he did accept her opinions to a degree. “Go ahead.” “We don’t publish much gay focused erotica. When we do, it does very well. I would like to publish more, but we don’t get many decent submissions. Do you think it would be suitable to recruit for gay erotica authors online?” Darien shifted in his chair. He did like the idea that he was secretly the only gay erotica author for his own company. Then again, if stories like his spread more, the more it would normalise the genre.

"It's a...solid choice. “How about you?” I asked, turning to face him. “What's yours?” “Well… I read a lot of books and finding a favourite among them has become almost impossible because they all stand out differently.” “Impressive.” I smiled. “Do you read erotica?” he asked, as he halted his steps and turned to face me. My heart skipped. Not because of the genre but because of how he said it. The tone he used was… dangerous. “Well…. I… most of the time.” I stammered.