Short Erotic Books Novels & Stories

It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and josh I picked it up and started to read it, I couldn’t hold it anymore, I bit my lips and my eyes narrowed as I could feel my wetness,drip down my legs. I needed the release, with or without the cute guy, I sat on the singular chair there, spreading my legs and rubbing my swollen clit,I made sure I kept my moans muffled. I was interrupted by someone clearing their throat,my eyes widened at the cute guy staring at me. “Don’t stop” his voice husky as I could see the dick bulging against his zipper.

Lira speaks. My eyes flutter between opening and closing as I try to stay conscious. “You’re incredible, baby. So responsive… so fucking delicious.” She slides down my body, kissing every inch—my cum-smeared lips, my throat, sucking marks onto my tits until I’m arching and whimpering. My body tingles, wanting more of her touch. This is unarguably the most alive I’ve been. And for a moment, I am glad that the book I’d found wasn’t some motivational book on how I needed to find my inner voice before I could find my outer one.

Do I need to tell him that I have not had another boy or man touch me, and he is the only man I have ever had? "Like a depravity. Fuck, Moh, do you have any idea how long I have wanted to break you open like this?" Then, he began to move. He didn't start slow. He withdrew until he was almost out, the friction of the withdrawal making me whimper, before slamming back into me with a rhythmic, brutal force. The bookshelf groaned behind us, the wood creaking with every thrust. I was a puppet in his hands, my body jolting with the impact of his weight.

The sequined dress rode up higher, exposing the slick heat of my core, the lace of my panties already soaked through. I positioned myself directly above his throbbing shaft, feeling the heat radiate off his skin, the precum slicking the tip like a promise. “You want it?” I whispered, voice low and rough, my breath ghosting over his ear. “You want to feel me stretch around you?” He nodded, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, fingers digging into the flesh as he pulled me down. I lowered myself slowly, savoring the stretch as his cock pressed against my entrance.

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

“You want me to...” He nodded. “Suck your nipple. Suck it as if I were there.” I lifted one breast, bending down slightly, and allowing my tongue to circle my nipple. Within seconds, it was hard against my tongue. I sucked, flicking my tongue across both my nipples and around my areolas. An electric sensation coursed through my body as I slipped my hand between my thighs, stroking my already-sensitive clit. “Tell me what you’re doing,” he asked between ragged breaths as he stroked his dick, now visible, its head shiny and coated with a generous amount of precum. “Tell me.”

She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'

You must read, so you'll know what we know. Loving books as she did, Madeleine had soon forgotten her disappointment. The private library was a wondrous hoard of knowledge, and as arousing in its way as the long, shared hours of yesterday. Each book was a classic of pornography. As she read — and read and read and read - Madeleine soon grew both learned and fevered. Every picture seemed to remind her of the touch of Delrina’s lips, or the way Laurelina’s fingertips could seek out, and find, the most discreet and receptive of pleasure-nodes, then tantalise them to the very edge of madness. Every line or paragraph of uncensored prose seemed to conjure up the taste of Nadia’s sweat.

A firm tap on her thigh, not painful, but sharp enough to jolt her. “You don’t beg yet,” he said. “You earn it.” She whimpered again, not from pain, but from pure frustration. He continued with changing sensations: soft strokes, quick taps, breathless pauses. One moment, he kissed her slowly. The next, he used a small leather paddle across her backside, each strike followed by a kiss, a touch, a whisper of praise. “Good girl,” he murmured. “So responsive. So eager.” Her body was on fire, not from harshness, but from the slow, intentional opening of her control.

I could drive and I wasn't about to lay in my bed overnight, horny and uncomfortable. At least, I had fucking managed for one whole week now, relying on erotic books and my fingers. But it was never enough. It never did the job completely. I leaned back against the bed, angling my phone to take a photo of me in my undies before I sent it to him. “I'm coming over. You can't say no to this, can you?” Followed by a sultry emoji. As soon as I hit send, I grabbed my clothes off the floor where I had discarded it and I threw it on, my heart racing as I grabbed my keys from the table and dashed out of the room.