Publishing Erotica Novels & Stories

“I REALLY wanted to slap you, bigtime!” Shean turned to her angry friend. They are currently at the book fair and watching the publishing house program they both work for. They both have a book to launch. Summer is in fantasy-romance, while her… well, her hard-working erotic-romance. Yes. She finally created one, and it was easy to hit social media when they posted some chapters. Even before the book comes out, many are already waiting. That is why the management decided to release her first erotic novel at the annual Manila International Book Fair.

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 already told you no.” “That’s because you haven’t heard me out yet. I’ve gotten a contract with this website that sells nude photos of girls. No, wait, let me finish. It’s not a porn site—it’s more an erotica site.” Emily snorted. “Isn’t that the same thing?” Landon almost looked affronted. “The photos I do are classy, Em. Artistic. And best of all, you get to keep a percentage of the royalties. It’s not just one sum for taking them.”

He stepped back, his voice filled with mockery. Azrael moved towards me and slowly slipped the massager inside my hole. I couldn't resist or shake, the strap held my body in place. The moment it turned on, my body seized and a loud guttural moan ripped through my throat. Drool slipped down from my lips as my head dropped. The massager vibrated on my prostate mercilessly, stopping every ten seconds before starting up again after a ten second pause, all while my prostate kept getting edged and denied.

The steam swirled around us, the heat was suffocating, and the pleasure was blinding. I leaned forward, biting the nape of her neck, licking the water off her skin. She reached back, her nails digging into my ass, urging me deeper, harder, faster. "Cum inside me again," she begged. "Fill me up with your cousin juice. Make me pregnant, Alex." The dirty talk, the absolute taboo of it, snapped the last thread of my sanity. The idea of breeding her, of leaving a permanent mark of our sin, sent me over the edge.

"Dear diary, why am I so horny all the time? This morning, I was rubbing my pussy before I was even awake. I cam twice and I was dreaming about getting rapped! Is there something wrong with me for that?" I took a step back I was so blown away by the entry, Ava had a rape fantasy? I had to know more. "I walked home from school with Riki again. It has been almost a week since we last had sex, god I wish he would just tie me up and ram his cock up my pussy. If I, could I would let him do so every day but I'm sure he would think me a perverted slut if he knew. Besides, privacy is hard to come by with my parents and my sister around. Speaking of my sister, I'm not the only one with high libido ar

Sleek, bright, gel-coated hair matched a sleek, bright decadent image; and though her body was just about as womanly as it was possible to be, she dressed it as if it were a man’s. Elliot knew who she was, of course. On the first night she’d already looked vaguely familir, and on the second, he’d asked the barman about her. It hadn’t surprised him at all that she was the famous erotic novelist Diamanda; in fact he couldn’t understand why he hadn’‘t recognised her immediately. He had her photograph at home on the back of several book-jackets. His goddess was as famous for her hedonistic, rule-breaking lifestyle as she was for her passionately purple prose: it was well-known in this city and i

to the door. Then I carefully sat across from him. I noticed him looking me up and down. I squeezed my legs together, fearful that the evidence of my arousal might be coating my inner thighs if I wasn’t careful. At that moment I silently chastised myself. A wave of guilt washed over me. After all, I was here to purge myself of these feelings, not relish in them. The Father finished his phone call and seemed to look me over for a moment before he started. “You’re right on time. Sexual thoughts and masturbation are quite normal, Megan. However, what you described to me seems perhaps an unhealthy interest in sex. Prurient in the most sinful of ways. This can lead to further fornication and pro

I raised my hips, making my pussy tighter, so I could feel friction between his dick and my walls. “Fucckkk…. Estherr..” he groaned. His breath became hitched, and he pulled his dick and cummed on my stomach. I felt a bit relaxed as the sexual drive I felt has been suppressed or rather eradicated. I showered and left after a while, blocking him on my socials.

That’s what gets you going. Then you find her: "Kat18." Her profile’s a tease, barely a whisper of a college girl just turned 18, new to this game, begging you to be gentle. Fifty bucks a month is steep, but your dick’s already calling the shots, and you’re subscribed before you can think twice. Her photos hit like a drug—smooth, pale skin, a tight little ass you want to grip, and a pussy so perfect it’s obscene. She’s peeling off a schoolgirl skirt in one set, piece by piece, until she’s bare, bent over on all fours, her dripping cunt on full display. You’re stroking yourself before you realize, hard as steel, cursing that her face stays hidden, a mystery that only makes you hungrier.