Romance Novel Sex Novels & Stories

"I've never read anything like it. Usually romance novels are so predictable but this one feels different. It feels real." "Because it probably is real," another woman said with a knowing laugh. "Nobody writes sex scenes that detailed from imagination. She's definitely had some of that in real life." "Lucky her. The father-in-law sounds like an absolute dream. My father-in-law is bald and talks about golf constantly."

So it is. You're welcome to leave comments, or send a message to myself or Master John. Please understand that I'm not a professional writer, and that I'm doing the best I can in that respect. What I do write is honest and true. Not everything regarding our relationship is sexual, so not every section will be filled with sex scene after sex scene. For example, Part 1 has a lot of background information that for me is important to the relationship. As our relationship evolves, you will see that many things I write about will be sexual, and many things will be more on the taboo side of even the BDSM lifestyle.

After giving up on research, I had every intention of enjoying a romance novel in the library for the rest of the day, but when Xavier came in the library looking for me, I knew from the look on his face that he had other plans. He had reached out his hand requesting to read the page I was on. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that I was reading a particularly spicy scene. My flushed face gave everything away. Xavier’s nostrils flared as he finished reading the page I was on. In the book the main characters were fucking on the floor of the library when another male character joined them. They filled two of her holes and plowed into her in the middle of the stacks. “I can smell

My fingers tug his dark brown hair as I come. I don't want to exaggerate like all the romance novels I’ve read, you know with the whole multiple orgasms, countless rounds of hot wild sex with the gorgeous male lead, jeez it's too good to be true. Every time I read those novels I was like, urgh this author is a fucking liar. But with him, and the sex we've always had, let's say I stan those exaggerations. And two hours is not definitely not enough. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asks when we’re lying on the floor next to the digital fireplace; we’ve moved after the first round in front of the main entrance.

༺RAYNE༻ Our fake honeymoon in Paris started off as nothing but plain, boring and uneventful—well, except for the little 'trouble' Genevieve caused. But then it turned into something out of a damn erotic novel, with Liam and I fucking in every corner of the city. Did I say erotic novel? Scratch that. It's literally a freaking p**n movie, minus the flaky plot and terrible acting, of course. It turns out that Liam was just as sexually starved as I was, which I wouldn't have believed had he not been fucking me like a jackrabbit on steroids, in every position imaginable—against walls, on tables, in alley and even in a freaking fountain!

You have to claim them. When he’d gone, because I wasn’t finished yet, I lay on the rumpled bed, and brought myself off with my fingers. I thought of how he’d behaved earlier, sadistic and cruel, reveling in my cries from the pinch of the clamps and the slam of his cock. Then I fell asleep for an hour or so. When I woke, my hair was in a crazy, damp tangle and my breasts were a mess of scratch marks and blotches. And he was probably eating wild turbot because he usually does when it’s on expenses at Saxby’s. I would too. The point I’m making: sex isn’t like it is in the movies; it isn’t even like porn. Sex isn’t like anything except itself.

“Can't I have both?” The sex was wild, yet gentle at the same time like he had asked for. When Vincenzo pounded into him, Noel felt like he was going to convuls anytime soon. Vincenzo was making him feel the kind of things he had never felt before. After Julian,he had never tried to date nor have sex with anyone, the thought of it scared him, but as he laid her under Vincenzo, legs wrapped around his waist, he wondered how Vincenzo had been able to get him to let go, let loose and just enjoy the feel of his body against him and the feel of his c*ck doing things to him that almost drove him crazy and made his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“What kind of romance novels?” I swallowed thickly, feeling the warmth pooling in the pit of my belly. “I like… explicit… romance novels,” I admitted, overtaken by the sudden haze of desire. Some distant part of me burned in embarrassment, but in the moment, it was as if there was energy crackling in the blank space between our bodies. I was powerless to resist. Alec let out a low chuckle that seemed to rumble through me like thunder. “Oh, well, that’s a little different,” he murmured, his lips barely grazing the shell of my ear.

His hands were in my hair, guiding me as I worked to bring him to the edge and over. As Xavier's climax drew near, he abruptly rolled me onto my back and entered me with intense force. It was anything but gentle; it was raw and rapid, sending waves of pleasure rippling through my body. His lips trailed a path down my neck, leaving marks that would later be difficult to explain away. Every touch from him elicited an eager response from my body, and I craved more. With each touch and thrust, our passion for each other intensified. This wasn't just sex; it was something deeper and more profound than I had ever experienced before.

I’m soaked through. Other men on the app tried. I saw endless dick pics, grainy videos of stroking, crude demands to “show titty nun.” None of them did this. None made my body betray me so completely. Only his words. Only the promise of his voice growling in my ear, only the fantasy of his thick huge cock splitting me open while I sobbed prayers into his neck. I wonder what his dick looks like. Thick? Veined? Curved just enough to hit that spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyes? I wonder how his come would feel painting my scar, beautifying my face, marking it as his instead of a surgeon’s mistake.