Publishing Erotica Novels & Stories

" She laughs, low, and leads me inside, her hips swaying just enough to catch my eye. I clench my fists, forcing myself to look at the city skyline twinkling outside the windows. We sit, the table a fragile barrier between us, plates of asparagus and roasted lamb steaming in the candlelight. The wine is robust, a deep red that stains her lips when she drinks. "So, AURORA PRESS," she says, leaning forward, her blouse dipping to show a hint of cleavage. "Erotica and literary fiction. Brave choice, Victor." Her tone is inquiring, but her eyes have a spark, a challenge. I nod, my throat tight. "I think I'm done with just Philosophy and lecture halls. I should start aiming to print erotic stories

I spread my legs open on my seat, hearing his voice whisper In my head to spread them wider, I drew imaginary lines on my thighs with my fingers, pushing my panties aside. I rubbed the vibrator on my clit, making my pussy tighten and wet, I turned it on, I grazed it on my clit lightly, letting out a soft moan, I left my eyes closed, an image of him standing at the door sill in my head “Yes Victoria, you nasty little slut” I imagined he would say, I pressed a button on the vibe, increasing the intensity and moaning louder. “Holy shit, fuck I'm gonna cum Shawn” I muttered,throwing my head back as the feeling of pleasure increased

"Alone at Last" TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. " Xavier's POV " For months she had been my obsession.

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."

"Double creampie me tonight. Fill both my holes." I alternated ruthlessly. Several deep strokes in her sloppy pussy then pulling out and slamming into her hot vice-tight ass. The sensations were mind-blowing. Her pussy was creamy welcoming and greedy. Her ass was scorching and clenched like a fist around me. Elena was a complete mess of moans filthy words and shaking orgasms. "I am your anal slut too. Use me. Breed me. Ruin me for anyone else."

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

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.