Short Erotic Books Novels & Stories

He had prepared the book already, it was an erotic one with just the right things he wanted to hear her read. He dropped the book onto the bed, grabbed Ethel and dropped her into the bed in a way that she laid with her ass to the ceiling and her boobs pressed into the bed. Alpha Carl got on top of her and pressed his hard dick in between her ass cheeks. "Start reading, Angel" he kissed on her neck lingeringly just as he slid his dick to her wet pussy. "Oh my" her voice trembled as she opened the book with shaky hands "You are not reading yet, Angel. Page 3, start from page 3"

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

All in all, I look pretty good. I open my bookcase and reach for one of the erotic novels I keep hidden there. Now is the perfect time to start reading. I jump on the bed, and stroll to the page I had stopped. A few pages in, and I am already feeling the heat. My face flushes as I squeeze my thighs together. The writer must have one wild imagination to come up with something like this. The writer is so dirty minded. This is porn. Book porn. Classy porn. Suddenly, I hear a knock on the door.

It started to throb as Regan's adventures turned anal, and Adrienne moved her middle finger down to her puckered asshole, slipping in easily to the first knuckle. Adrienne set the book on the side of the tub and reached down between her legs with her left hand, pushing her middle and index fingers in to her pussy, slipping the right middle finger in to her ass another notch. With her left thumb she resumed stroking and rubbing her throbbing clitoris which was now quite hot to the touch. Her hips thrust slightly, and she moaned behind her closed lips, shutting her eyes and throwing her head back. Behind her closed eyes, she saw Adam Johnson standing next to the tub.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

But my wear suddenly felt too tight across the shoulder, way too warm. My fingers fidgeting, I opened the Rite book. “I exorcise thee, unclean spirit–” She arched, deliberately. The torn dress slid higher, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach, the shadow forming between her thighs revealing no undergarments. Just slick, swollen flesh catching the candle light. She was already wet and dripping, her scent filling the space which hit me. My mouth went dry. “Keep reading,” she purred. “The words make me throb. Makes me want to clench around something thick and holy.”

My heart hammered against my ribs, already drunk on the intense mixture of the sleek, modern gym and unfiltered passion between us as his tongue moved against mine. Cassian pulled back from the kiss just enough to see me, his breath heavy on my lips as he grabbed the hem of my sports bra, revealing my breast to the cold air of the gym, cradling one of my breasts with his warm hand. I gasped as his thumb moved over my hard nipples, and my back bent off the bench. "Cassian, please," I moaned softly as all traces of control slipped away. "Tell me what you want, Seraphina," he said gently while his teeth brushed over my neck and his hands slid down my back to the waistband of my leggings. He sli

We sat in the tub and drank our beers. Hey guys kindly check out my other erotic books, Poppy secret confession. please help give it a chance by reading and giving your honest review and comment about it.

he said. We lay there in bed, my good cheek resting on his shoulder while we examined her list. Wartenberg wheels, erotic electrostimulation, plastic wrap, animal roleplay, breast torture, edgeplay, human furniture, Japanese bondage, predicament bondage, sexual roleplay, suspension, wax play, wooden horse, figging, Sybian, humiliation and exposure, sexual denial. Those were the things she indicated she wanted to try. The things she'd marked as a gray area which she was unsure about trying were enemas, analingus, fisting, anal sex, auctioning or selling and something called nyotaimori.

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.