Reading Erotica Novels & Stories

I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

Jeremy leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, his t-shirt stretching tight over his biceps. “No, thanks,” she said, not looking up. He ignored her and stepped in anyway. “Sci-fi fan huh?” He said, picking up a stack of novels. “Yeah,” she said, low but a bit panicked because what if he saw? Just as he was about to dig further. “Jeremy, wait, don’t touch that.” Too late, he had already picked it up. “Oh?” he said, staring at the book, then back at her. “Dark romance? Erotica? I didn’t know you were kinky like that.” He teased.

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Ryder wasn't just using his tongue, he was conducting a symphony of filth against her nerve endings. They were buried deep under the thick, weighted duvet, a private cavern that smelled of sweat, salt, and the heavy, metallic musk of her own relentless arousal. The heat was stifling, the oxygen thin, but Ruth-Ann didn't care. She felt like a goddess atop a throne of sin, her body vibrating with a raw, electric hunger that five hours of climaxing hadn't even begun to sate.

He liked knowing that Zach did show some interest towards his attractive points. “What common phrases have you come across in erotica for the male body?” he asked. “Toned abdominal muscles, taut skin stretched across bulging muscles, throbbing manhood,” Zach reeled off quickly. The billionaire snorted. As the CEO of a publishing company, he had read his fair share of the erotica coming out of the company and those phrases were certainly common. Erotica was the most profitable genre at the moment for the company. “Of course. How likely is it that the female lead has messy hair?”

Cameron moaned, his touch flooding Aislen with the conflicting pain/pleasure, and the heavy, mind melting bliss he experienced in the utter surrender and trust of his body into Talen’s skilled hands. Aislen looked up at Rhett over her, and Heath, his head thrown back as he ground himself into Rhett. She had to draw this, she thought. Was there a point, however, when art crossed into pornography? And did that matter at all when she knew for sure that her regular readers would be drooling on their tablet devices. She’d draw her men, she decided, in all their f-kery, and show them after it was done, so they could get off on knowing that their images were getting hundreds of readers off.

Why is it so goddamn hard? The obscenity, the wrongness of it all—her husband right in the next room, possibly on the other side of the very wall they’re fucking against—only fuels the intensity of her arousal. It heightens everything. Adrian pounds into her mercilessly, brutally, as if she’s the only thing keeping him alive. Her pussy clenches tightly around him, her body betraying her completely. She gasps. Moans. Whimpers. He hits that spot—that spot—again and again, tearing every ounce of self-control from her bones. Her head spins. Her body shakes.

He knew exactly what I was doing. I sat with perfect posture at first, legs crossed demurely. For the first twenty minutes of his lecture on erotic subtext in Victorian poetry, I behaved. Then, slowly, I uncrossed my legs and let my knees part just enough for him to see. Only him. From his position at the front of the room, the angle was perfect. No one else could see what I was offering. I kept my expression neutral, pretending to take notes, while my thighs opened wider. The cool air kissed my bare, already damp pussy. I shifted slightly, letting the short dress ride higher.

The erotica sounds of her mouth filled the space under the water, mixing with my gasps and low moans behind me. Faith free hand slid up to my throat, tilting my head back so she could bite along my neck while her hips kept rolling. "That's my girl, let her taste how wet you are," she moaned, pressing two fingers back inside me from behind even as Stella tongue sucked my front. She then pushed two fingers alongside Faith's, both of them stretching me open together. Their fingers moved in rhythm, one curling up while the other thrust deeper, scissoring inside my clenching walls. My legs shook harder. Faith adjusted her stance, spreading me wider so Stella could comfortably bury her face comple

My dick was sloppy wet, twitching, throbbing, red with arousal, hanging in the air, pointing at my girlfriend's nose. Both young women were staring at it, mouths open, eyes wide. Both were panting excitedly. It throbbed in the empty air as I imagined Jordyn's pretty little lips wrapping around it. She was so close I could almost feel her breath. But I said nothing.