Romans & histoires Spicy Adult Books

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

Destiny Ryder, 28 and virgin, craves her first taste of sin. At Adult Fun Inc., she strips bare, blindfolded, and ready. A stranger’s tongue teases her nipples and licks her dripping wet puss*y, then thrusts deep into her virgin cunt, breaking her virginity open with wild pleasure. Sweaty and free, she’s hooked—but someone’s watching, promising hotter nights ahead. NB: This steamy collection of hot erotic and steamy stories unleashes Destiny’s story and more: sultry tales of lust, tangled bodies, and forbidden thrills.

“Fuck—” He didn't answer. He was too busy, his tongue curling inside me, lapping at the cum that still seeped from my core. I felt his nose press against my clit, his stubble scraping my inner thigh, his hands gripping my ass to pull me closer. He ate me like I was a meal he'd been waiting for, like the taste of another man's release was an appetiser, not an insult. “You taste like sin,” he murmured against my flesh, his breath hot and wet. “Like you've been bad, and you're not done being bad.”

Cocks thrusting, mouths devouring, hands pinching nipples, slapping ass, pulling hair. Dirty talk pours over me like oil: “Fuck, she’s tight—clenching like she never wants us to stop.” “Swallow my come again, paid girl—every drop.” “Ride it, baby—milk us dry.” “You love being our cumdump, don’t you?” I do. God, I do. Orgasms crash one after another—first from the dual pounding, cunt and ass spasming; then from Lena grinding on my tongue while fingers rub my clit; then a shattering third when Jax pinches my nipples and growls, “Come for your owners.”

I let out a huge shriek in shock as a huge dollop of freezing cold ice cream was dropped onto my ass, making me jump out of my skin. There was a loud clap as my ass was spanked. I squealed with delight. I nestled into the breasts before me. The cream ran down my face, and Anna panted heavily. The cold cream was dribbling down my ass cheeks. I felt a tongue run over my bottom, slurping up the cream. I felt it slowly make its way down my crack. I felt it run over my asshole, swirling round and round. A dribble of ice cream ran down Anna’s stomach; I allowed my tongue to follow it down. The ice cream continued onto her pubic hair. I brushed my tongue across the short prickly hairs. My head went

One long, hard suck and then he swirled, earned every wet drop on his tongue and drank it-the sound obscene in the still air. Claire tilted her head back and moaned-not loud enough to echo through the library, but loud enough to shake her own bones. The call numbers on the spines blurred as emotion overtook her. No time for books. This was now audible. Her skirt had ridden up over her ass. His tongue dipped deeper, then rose again in filthy circles, working rhythm like a chant. He alternated slow, deep laps with fast stabs of the tip of his tongue, over and over, pinned tender and open above that stool.

That one finger that had penetrated me was now joined with another and his thumb was now circling my clit, while I stood there and took this pleasurable abuse from my own stepbrother, Gabriel. “Oh my god, were a woman in a past life?” He knew exactly what he was doing. He was touching on my G spot, which was not something that any man could easily do. “Damn it, you’re making it very hard to resist you… Jesus… Oh yeah, right there… Yes, right there… AHHHHHHH.” We were both semi dressed and he had just made me cum all over his fingers and the inside of my shorts. I was just glad that I was wearing my black ones, because the white ones would’ve shown the obvious evidence of what we had done tog

The pain that tears through me no longer has anything in common with the methodical pricks of the needle; it’s a detonation, a fire that suddenly ignites every nerve in my hip to climb back up along my spine like a flow of lava, an agony so white, so total, so blinding that it shatters in an instant all the dikes I had erected, and I hear a scream tear through my vocal cords, an animalistic, primal sound that I didn’t know myself capable of producing, a howl that springs from the depths of my belly to shatter against the walls of this bedroom that has suddenly become a torture chamber, and I collapse forward, my forehead almost hitting the mattress, my entire body shaken by uncontrollable sp

A story, it seemed. But not just any story. It was erotica. Holy crap! Glancing toward the bathroom, I frowned but then swiveled my head back to the laptop and continued reading. Scrolling back a page, I started reading from the beginning of the fifth chapter. As the words tumbled into my brain, I couldn't stop. I knew my father was a good author, but somehow reading a story that was "spicy" took it to a whole different level. A voice in my head told me I should stop reading. This was private. My dad hadn't given me permission to read this. But I was so absorbed in the scene that unfolded, stopping became impossible.

"I'm pulling out all the stops today, and when I'm done with you, that bastard won't know what hit him. He won't even be able to breathe when he looks at you." Addy led me inside the Hedonism Spa, and my jaw hit the floor. I felt like I had stepped into a high-budget pornographic fairytale, and the air was thick with the scent of jasmine and musk. It was a sexual heaven. There were girls dressed like naughty fairies in nothing but sheer wings and tiny leaf thongs. Some of them were swinging from vines made of ivy and roses. Their breasts bounced freely as they giggled, and men in leather harnesses lounged on velvet cushions while being hand-fed grapes by gorgeous boys and girls. It was raw,