Short Erotic Novels Novels & Stories

Introduction: In the hot, hazy summer of a small town, an eighteen-year-old nerd accidentally enters a forbidden world of desire that will change his life forever. He is stuck in a house full of tension and unspoken anger, and he can't stop thinking about the one woman he shouldn't want—his beautiful, curvy mother. When a heated argument starts a fire of raw, wild desire, their relationship turns into a secret dance of seduction and surrender. In the back of a minivan, where they can steal glances and whisper secrets, they cross a line that ties them together in a web of forbidden love. This is a story about love, guilt, and the thrilling thrill of giving in to what is wrong. Every touch is

Welcome back, sinners. Claiming his bride is a erotic paranormal sinful Collection brought to you by Josie Frank, author of the erotic anthology Wet Dreams a collection created for readers who crave passion without limits, obsession without restraint, and love that burns far beyond morality. This new novel dives even deeper into the shadows. It is a work of dark paranormal romance and erotic fiction intended strictly for mature adult readers. Within these pages, you will encounter: • Dark romance • Explicit sexual content • Possessive and obsessive love interests

"What's reverse harem?" "Many men sharing a single woman, instead of one man having many wives and concubines. It kind of negates the biological and physiological deficiencies of male reproduction." "Hence why lesbianism is preferable to women than heterosexuality," Brianna stated matter of factly. "If you don't love cock, Mistress," Marcia stated, just as certainly. "And these romance novels were the only source of your understanding of dominance/submission and sex slavery?" Sam asked. "I read one Gor novel, too, which really isn't a romance novel."

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

The apartment was quiet except for the occasional creak of the old building. Sometime in the middle of the night I woke to her hand sliding between my legs again. I was already wet. She kissed the back of my neck while her fingers worked my clit in slow circles. I pushed back against her, grinding into her hand. She slipped two fingers inside me from behind and fucked me with steady strokes. The angle made every thrust press against that sensitive spot inside. I came quietly, biting the pillow to muffle the sound, my body shuddering in her arms.

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

The heat grew as my fingers went down between my legs, slowly applying light pressure on my heat. I moaned softly as my mouth parted, the pleasure was slow but it was there, building up as my fingers pressed lower to my pussy. I got on my back, pressing against the pillows, my legs spreading slowly. I bent my knees just enough to catch the faint breeze slipping through the open window. My shirt was bunched beneath my breasts, nipples were already hard beneath the soft fabric, the cool air was steady, blowing against my heated body. Soon, my fingers slip into my panties, sliding steadily over my clit.

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.

“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.”