Romantic Erotic Stories Novels & Stories

"I don't believe we are enemies. Do enemies kiss like this? Do they want each other the way we do? And I don't want to stop here, not now, Ryder. I want to go all the way to the end." His heart leaped inside of him - in a funny-saddened way. He was supposed to be punished by her people but here he was, pushed to the edge of the bed and being succumbed to the affections of a pretty woman. He as well would love to see the end of this exciting passion that they both shared. But it was dangerous, tantalizing but dangerous. He leaned forward, pulling her head down to meet his wanting mouth. She tasted like lemon grass mixed with vanilla - a taste of their passion. But he wanted more.

She was very addicted to his passionate kiss and only then did she feel the pain again when he suddenly pushed it harder and finally his whole hardness buried into her. "Ahhgggh!" She even moaned inside his mouth. She was also overwhelmed by the sudden pain but he did not release her mouth. He moved slowly over her while still kissing her passionately. Eventually, he stopped kissing her as he moved faster and faster. "Ahhhh .. Unggghhh!" the pain she once felt was being replaced by a strange sensation. Her hips were also rising to keep up with the man's movements. She was moving rhythmically with his body. "Ahh! Ahhh! Ahh!" They moaned at the same time.

She embraced him tightly as tremors of intense pleasure rocked her body and they both came shamelessly in front of an eager audience. While getting fucked from behind, Eva watched her husband empty himself into Aura. She watched how he had collapsed onto her naked body to release his load and how he practically sucked the perspiration off of her neck as he came. He watched how her hands explored his body all the way from his butt up to his back while he ate her neck. It was not just lust but something deeper. She knew Boris enough to realize that and it never bothered her. She enjoyed the eroticism of the moment while Romeo fucked her senseless from behind.

The kiss turns filthy, wet, desperate. The client’s voice cuts through the haze. “Touch each other.” Brittany’s hands slide down my body, squeezing my ass hard before moving between my legs. I gasp into her mouth as two of her fingers glide through my soaked folds. “You’re fucking wet,” she hisses against my lips, almost accusing. “So are you,” I shoot back, sliding my hand between her thighs. She’s dripping. We stand there, naked, kissing like enemies while frantically fingering each other. The wet sounds of our fingers pumping in and out fill the room. I rub her swollen clit in fast circles while she curls her fingers inside me, hitting that perfect spot.

The vibrating plug had been removed at some point in the frenzy, but the memory of its buzz lingered, making her inner walls clench involuntarily around the emptiness now. The women around her, the brunette with her piercings and the ebony goddess with those hypnotic curves, helped her up with gentle but firm hands, their bodies equally spent and shiny. They pulled her into sloppy, tongue-heavy kisses, their lips sliding wetly against hers, tongues delving deep to share lingering tastes of cum and arousal. "Next time, baby," the brunette whispered against her mouth, nipping her lower lip. "We'll break you properly." The ebony woman chuckled, squeezing Lara's ass one last time, her fingers di

he asked in a husky voice that was as sweet. I could feel his growing erection at my backside. The ache in my pussy signaled my need, and I had to do something, anything, to quench its thirst. I turned and pulled him down for a kiss, my hands flying to catch on to his curls. His mouth danced with mine, painting his taste against my tongue and nipping at my bottom lip with his teeth. When he sucked my tongue into his mouth, I moaned, signaling him to pick me up and take me to the bed. “Let me make you feel good, Rene.”

Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?" Tim gasped again as Petrov used two fingers to stimulate his asshole. Petrov wasn't aiming for penetration at the moment, he just wanted the boy aroused enough to keep talking. Finally, the boy admitted to preferring Nifty and Literotica as his go-to erotic stories websites. Petrov knew that Literotica catered to a variety of genres but smiled knowing that Nifty had no heterosexual stories at all, though Nifty did h

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.

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

Wetness flooded Riley’s mouth; she swallowed greedily, kept licking softly through the aftershocks until Elena tugged her up by the hair. They kissed again—messy, desperate—Elena tasting herself on Riley’s tongue. After long minutes Elena pulled back, breathing hard. “Desk,” she said. “Lie down.” Riley obeyed. Elena climbed over her—straddling her thigh—then lowered herself so their clits pressed together through the slickness. She rocked slowly at first—finding the rhythm—then faster, grinding hard. Riley’s hands gripped Elena’s hips, helping her move. Their mouths met again—open, sloppy—breaths mingling.