Sexually Explicit Romance Novels Novels & Stories

"I was very careful. All violent and sexually intimate scenes are written without explicit or vulgar language. I retained that narrative restraint through the whole story. It's about the psychological tension, not the gore." She leaned back in her office chair, steepling her fingers. "Look, I understand your artistic intent. But you have to understand our readers. People pick up books primarily as a form of escapism. They are often uncomfortable with their own lives, so they want stories that allow them to live out their dreams...no matter the genre. Science fiction builds the impossible. Romance crafts perfect love stories readers pray to relive. Erotica builds a specific kind of lust, livi

“And I love romance. I love it all. What a hybrid.” “I’ll quite willingly write filth for you, if you’d like that,” I told her, my heat taking hold. “I’ll write about all the seedy disgusting games I’d like to play with you, handing them over as an instruction manual when you walk in through the door. How about that? Here’s the chapter for the day, sweetheart. Spread your legs so I can stretch your tight little cunt wide and take photos of you gagged like a whore, here’s the screen play.”

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

“But right now, before you go out into the world, we need to spend some time reminding you exactly who your body belongs to.” The intense emotional argument shifted instantly into a wave of hot, consuming passion. They lifted my body effortlessly off the floor and carried me over to the large leather couch in the corner of the library. They stripped the clothes from my body with frantic, impatient hands, their eyes devouring my bare skin in the dim light of the room. They took turns tasting every single inch of me. Alexander lowered his head between my thighs, his hot tongue licking my wet pussy with long, expert strokes, while Damien captured my breasts, sucking on my nipples until I was wr

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.

I murmured, holding onto him, trying to steady my racing heartbeat. “Sorry, my angel… but I think you’ve awakened a demon in me,” he whispered, pressing kisses along my neck as we slowly shed layers of clothing. My stomach did that fluttery thing it always did with him. His kisses always had thatahicak effect, leaving me wanting more. But for a split second, my mind drifted to Damien. Why him? Not now. I shook my head, trying to focus on Ray and the warmth spreading through me. Without warning, Ray put all his member into me. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure I felt afterwards. He paused, searching my eyes, and I tilted my head slightly, giving him permission to keep going.

“Don’t lock it, though. Because that’s what you want, isn’t it? To be dirty and to be bad and to fuck me when you shouldn’t.” “I’m not the only one who wants to be dirty and bad, am I?” I lean down and lick the shell of his ear. “I’m not the one fucking my son’s ex-fiancé right now, am I? I’m not the one who stood a little too close, who watched me a little too intensely, who licked his lips every time my skirt slid a little too high.”

“We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.” I blinked several times. One part of me was happy that I would get to do the things I've always dreamt to do with him but the other part was skeptical about the result. I would just feel like his one-night stands; we do the deed and that's all. “I think these rules will do for now. I need to go to bed and think over this,” I said, feeling tired all of a sudden. I opened the door and was about to leave when he got out of the car before me

❞ he said it with a laugh, but it was still obvious that he was hurt by his situation. ❝Did you dream? We're not in an erotic romance that you're reading, that you sleep with a stranger and wake up and don't remember anything happened.❞ he said firmly, as if he were pissed off at her. Wait! What? Erotic romance—how did he know I read erotic romance novels? Angel secretly buys erotic romance novels, and she also secretly reads them; she only reads them when she has nothing to do and every night to help her sleep. Angel was reading it inside the room, and even her dead twin didn't know it either.

“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me. He was all I wanted. My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin. The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping e