Smut Vs Erotica Novels & Stories

“An author mailed a box of chocolates this morning as a thank you present. I think they were for Becca, but we shared all of them. I also made chocolate souffles last night so it might also be that.” “Editing smut does have perks,” Darien pointed out. “Do you still want to work outside of the erotica department next year?” Zach thought about it. He had been desperate two months ago to get out of the erotica department because he hated reading smut and found the other editors intimidating. Now he was feeling more at home with the editors and the smut didn’t bother him as much. “It would be nice to not have to spell and grammar check sex scenes,” he replied. “I don’t find it as terrifying as I

Precum ran down the shaft and over her fingers in a steady stream. Sofia finally pulled her fingers from his mouth and wrapped that hand around his cock too, using both hands to work him. One stroked the shaft while the other twisted over the head. The wet, slick sounds filled the booth. “Look at the screen,” she ordered. “Watch them fuck while I jerk you off.” Luca stared at the black-and-white footage, eyes glazed. The silent erotic images combined with Sofia’s hands on him pushed him right to the edge again. Sofia leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “Tonight I'm directing you. And now I want you to hold it, feel how hard you are for me. Feel how much your cock needs to come but can’t until

“Tell the entire building how desperate you are for me. Let them all hear what a needy little slut you become when I touch you.” Tears of frustration and overwhelming need slipped down my flushed cheeks and my body shook, every nerve screaming for release. My voice cracked as I finally screamed the words he wanted, loud enough that they bounced off the walls and likely carried beyond the bedroom door. “I’m your desperate slut! I need to come so badly it hurts! My pussy is dripping everywhere and I can feel it running down my thighs. I’m shaking. I’m crying. Please let me come on your fingers. I’ll scream even louder if you want. Just please don’t stop, please, Damien!”

This is an explicit adult anthology intended for mature readers only. It contains highly steamy, graphic scenes of lesbian sex between consenting adult women. --- In the heat of forbidden cravings and stolen moments, women surrender to their deepest, wettest desires. Sapphic Desires is a scorching collection of passionate W/W erotica, where soft curves press together, eager tongues explore, and trembling bodies lose themselves in raw, dripping pleasure. From a defiant student’s impulsive kiss in her strict teacher’s office—leading to hungry fingers, sucking lips on aching nipples, and intense, moaning climaxes—to an unexpected visitor who joins the fray, turning shock into a slick,

Making my dick feel like it was going to burst. As I got down to her lower back, I stopped about an inch above her swimsuit. Katie turned and looked in my direction and with both hands, pulled her suit down a couple of inches. I could see her white cheeks and just the start of her butt crack. I was having a little trouble containing my breathing. Katie said, “You can put some lotion down there, I don't want a high tan line.” I started smoothing the lotion on the upper part of her butt cheeks. I skipped over her crack, but in a minute or so, I seemed powerless to control my hands, and knowing it was wrong and dangerous, I let my middle finger run down her crack for just an instant.

I’d be a hassle to anyone looking to be pleased sexually. “Lisa, no one wants to see me naked. I’m sure of it.” Lisa waved her hands. “Oh, please girl! You still got hips that won’t quit, big titties, and a beautiful face. Someone is going to want you.” I raised a brow. “I see you didn’t mention my ass.” “Uhm. You aren’t working with much in that department, so... Thank God you were blessed with a pretty face.” Lisa’s phone pinged as she took it. “Holy shit! Remy just posted” she came to me, showing me.

"Your pretty pussy is so clean. So untouched." He used his large, scarred fingers to hook into her labia, spreading the pink, pussy jaws wide. He stared at her tiny, puckered hole, the virgin gateway that had never known a man's intrusion. It was a pale, dusty rose color, glistening with a clear, honeyed nectar that smelled of rain-washed lilies and the sharp, musky tang of a woman in heat. "You smell too fucking good, Ruthie," he groans, his nose inches from her clit. "I can taste it."

She kept pumping her rippling jaw back and forth until her nose pressed almost to his pubic hair. Now she held that difficult pose, her airway constricted with his cock half-way down her throat, until she felt a fresh trickle of pre-cum on her tongue. That was when she pulled back, coughing and sputtering. Simeon’ seed clung to her lips in glistening strands. She wiped away the evidence of his lust with the back of her hand. “How’s that for a proper cleaning?” she said with a wry grin. Simeon looked at her, a little stunned. No sooner had she finished saying this, the girl was already gripping the base of his shaft with one hand. With her other hand she resumed the soft caresses of her capto

Sarah came again, screaming obscenities at the ceiling of the bedroom. When the orgasm finally subsided, she withdrew her fingers. They were slick from her juices and his seed. She stared at the mixture in contemplation, remembering when he had made her swallow his load. She hated the taste of cum and hated him for making her do it. She slipped her fingers into her mouth and licked them clean.