Short Erotic Novels Novels & Stories

He slid the book across the desk toward me. “Read.” I glanced down. The title was unfamiliar. But the image on the cover made my throat dry. A woman on her knees, blindfolded, arms behind her back. Submission. Captivity. Pleasure. “I—what is this?” “A test.” I hesitated, then opened the book. I started reading. It was graphic from the start. No gentle build-up. Just hot skin, whispered commands, legs spread, lips parted, wet tongues, whimpers, begging. The words tasted strange in my mouth. Heavy. Vulgar. But I read them anyway.

A dark, erotic, romance novel. The goal was to stop thinking about Alexander, but only ten minutes into the book and I'm already imagining his hands all over me. I'm already imagining him bending me over the fucking window of my room and filling me up ruthlessly until all I can remember is the sound of his name on my lips.

The fact that she had a pretty face and great body, combined with her inexperience and shyness, got Josephine even hornier. There was something wild, irresistible and purely sexy about that girl. Josephine wanted that soft skin to rub against hers. She couldn't wait to rub her pussy against April's pussy. Oh fuck. The erotic thoughts of her and April in a scissors position, rubbing and pressing their pussies against each other, made the volume her moans and groans increase. She increased the movement of her fingers, brutal thrusting and ramming her fingers into her pussy over and over again, her thumb coming in contact with her sensitive clit with every powerful thrust.

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.

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Ryder wasn't just using his tongue, he was conducting a symphony of filth against her nerve endings. They were buried deep under the thick, weighted duvet, a private cavern that smelled of sweat, salt, and the heavy, metallic musk of her own relentless arousal. The heat was stifling, the oxygen thin, but Ruth-Ann didn't care. She felt like a goddess atop a throne of sin, her body vibrating with a raw, electric hunger that five hours of climaxing hadn't even begun to sate.

“His own robe was already gone, discarded before he had climbed onto the bed, and she could feel the hard planes of his chest against her, the rough texture of the hair there a delicious friction against her skin.” As his bare skin met hers, a new sexual sensation sparked inside her, a current of pure, unadulterated desire that demanded to be released. His cock was already hard enough again, demanding pressure against her thigh. As he leaned in, he grabbed one of her standing nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently while his other hand cupped her other breast. “A soft moan escaped her lips, the sound she had been holding back since they left the shower.” Corvina held his

I gripped her hips and fucked her in a steady rhythm, watching the way her body took the thick cock, the way her back arched when I angled just right. “That’s it,” I murmured. “Take it.” I picked up the pace, still controlled but harder, the harness slapping against her skin. Each thrust dragged a louder cry out of her. I reached around and found her clit, rubbing tight circles while I drove into her. Her thighs started to shake. .. .. Author's POV The meanwhile, outside the closed door of Sophia and Mary’s room, a small cluster of nuns had gathered in the dim hallway. The thick stone walls couldn’t fully muffle the sounds coming from inside...they listen to each moan

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.

She kissed down my neck, biting gently, then sucked one of my hard nipples into her mouth. I reached for her desperately, sliding my hand under her shirt and into her panties. She was soaked too. I rubbed her swollen clit before pushing two fingers inside her tight, velvety heat. Sophie gasped, grinding down on my hand as we fingered each other in perfect rhythm. “Yes… just like that,” she moaned, thrusting against my fingers while hers drove deeper into me. Our bodies moved together, breasts pressing, mouths crashing in messy kisses. The room filled with the lewd sounds of our fingers plunging in and out, our shared moans growing louder.