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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.

Chapter 9: Black Backbreaker The hallway throbs, a pulsing chamber of raw sensation. Her moans, broken and blissful beneath his kiss, are a symphony of surrender that fuels his relentless drive. He feels her body arching against him, her hips grinding, a desperate, unbidden response to his every thrust. Her legs, wrapped tight around his waist, pull him deeper, locking him in, an anchor to her unravelling. Her mouth, hot and pliant beneath his, accepts his demanding kiss, swallowing his urgency, silencing her fading protests. The wet slap of their skin against the wall, the rhythmic thwack of flesh on flesh, is a drumbeat to their descent into primal ecstasy.

My voice was shaky. Renata's lips curved into a smile, her brown eyes shining with something I couldn't quite name. "No, the opposite. Your writing is... powerful. Brave. I love erotic books myself, and I'd like to talk more about it. Are you free this weekend? Come to my place Saturday at seven." My heart hammered. Was this a test? A trick? Or something else? "Sure," I managed, my voice catching. She gave me a slip of paper with her address. Her fingers brushed mine, sending a spark through my skin.

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

I met her online, on some dating site. I can't remember which one exactly, I have so many on my phone, and this was sometime ago when I first returned to the country. We added each other on a few social medias, Snapchat, kik, and i*******m. What initially attracted me to her, was her long blonde hair, her big eyes that her makeup just made pop, and her very impressive deep cleavage. We chatted a little bit here and there, and eventually talked more. She loved sex, was very open about it, and enjoyed talking about it. I'm the exact same way, and it's gotten me into trouble a few times. So talking to someone with the same openness is always welcomed. She revealed to me that want really gets he

Kara My fingers moved more urgently at his words, rubbing my clit faster, the wetness making them slick. The heat built rapidly between my legs as I stared at Thea bouncing confidently on Adam’s cock. Her moans filled the air, loud and unashamed, her full and sexy breasts jiggling with every slam of her hips as her nails dug into his chest for balance. The way she ground down on him, twisting, taking him all the way, made my own body throb with envy and desire.

This was crossing a line we could never uncross. “Tell me,” he growled, biting my neck harder. “Tell me how much you love your best friend’s fingers in your pussy.” “I love it,” I moaned, voice shaky and needy. “God, Ryan, I love it so much. I’ve touched myself thinking about you so many times. I’m such a dirty girl for wanting this.” He kissed me again, swallowing my moans as he added a third finger. The stretch burned beautifully. I was so close already, trembling on the edge. My thighs shook around his wrist. The pressure built fast and overwhelming, like a dam about to break.

Grabbing my pen, I start to scribble on my diary again. "He looked at me! He fucking looked at me and I am so wet already! Gosh! I just want him to dig his fingers into my pussy and finger fuck me to tears. I don't care that he's a shady man with a mysterious life, I just want to be fucked by him! Imagine what it would feel like to be naked under him, and to have those lips around my nipples, and then have his fingers stroking my clit until I can't breathe anymore." I don't realize that I am squeezing my thighs together as my scribbling turns into vivid images in my head.

my mouth falls open at the pressure, and my body moves on its own to grind against his muscular thigh. Why does this feel so good? With my arms pinned above my head and my pussy rubbing against his thigh…why does it feel so fucking erotic. "You have such a mouth on you and act so tough, yet look at you... willing to get off just with my thigh" he says, and helps me by moving his thigh even closer. "Want it..“ I gasp, the rub feels wickedly delicious against my core. Nick takes my bare breast in his palm and gives it a squeeze, and earns a broken moan from me. He rolls my hard nipple between his thumb and index finger, playing with the nub.