Steamy Historical Romance Novels & Stories

Ida gasped into the kiss as Anton's rough palms settled on her hips, and her thumbs traced the waistband of her underwear. “Pretty,” Lydia breathed from across the table. The silk robe had fallen open completely, her breasts bared, and her hand sliding between her thighs. “Julius, look at what you brought us.” Julius rounded the table. His hands found Ida's face, tilting her away from Amelie's mouth, and he kissed her, his tongue tasting of wine and something darker. “You're so beautiful,” he murmured against her lips. “I've wanted this. Wanted them to have you.”

His friend had almost coal-dark hair, and was deliciously muscled. Jeanie glanced down as she loaded the last washer, and let out a nearly silent sigh of relief. She could feel her nipples stiffening against her bra, and she was concerned that they might be visible through her top. Jeanie sat down and put her nose in the book that she’d brought with her, but knew from the moment that she opened it that it was a bad idea. The racy romance novel was the last thing that was going to distract her from the surge of arousal that had come over her. The bookmark sat right at the beginning of a heated coupling between the characters in the book.

Increasing his pace, Maria found herself in a state of complete ecstasy as she moaned and screamed. "Yes, yes, deeper, ahh!!" The steam in the bathroom added to the overall sweetness of the s*x as it made the atmosphere calm. Charles f**ked her until sweat dripped from his pores. His chest was moist as it pressed against Maria's br**sts. Carrying her out of the bathroom without taking out his d**k from her p**sy, he sat on the edge of the bed, his hands squeezed her a*s as she rode him. Then Maria went slow. Riding and kissing him simultaneously brought the most pleasure. She paused riding him and sat still with his d**k still inside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug, her fa

She looks so freaking hot and sexy! She bit her lower lip as she stared at him. He could feel her juice around his lips. He inserted a finger into her womanhood and he moaned when he felt how soft and warm her inside was. She closes her eyes and moans again. "Your fingers are so l-long," she said breathlessly. He grinned and moved his finger inside her. The woman's legs were shaking. He put her right leg on his left shoulder and expertly ate her. She moaned sexily, making his mind blow. She's so responsive to his touch and kisses.

Although she rarely ate Western food after returning, she was still skilled with the knife. She cut the steak into small pieces before consuming them. Meanwhile, Daniel had also gotten started on his steak, cutting and eating it elegantly Arabella watched him in amazement. It was no wonder so many women had fallen for him. Not only did this man have a good family background, but he was also extremely good-looking, intelligent, and had a mature charm. If it wasn’t for the fact that her heart was still caught up with another person, she would have probably fallen for him too.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

he whispered, his voice a seductive blend of authority and lust. I bit my lips. "I don't throw around suggestions lightly, Daddy." . As the water cascaded over us, the room filled with the heady scent of steam and desire. Dax's fingers traced patterns on my skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. The sensation sent delicious shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but arch into his touch. We kissed, our breaths mingling with the rhythmic noise of the shower. Lost in the dance of passion, I moaned wantonly, my hands exploring his inked body as his hands moved with purpose, exploring every curve and slit, making me all wet.

Both women were completely naked. The heat wrapped around them like a lover’s embrace as they sat on the upper bench, steam rising in lazy curls from the heated stones below. Isabelle leaned back against the warm wood, her full breasts rising with each slow breath. Sophia sat beside her, one leg casually draped over the other, her body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. “You look like you belong here,” Sophia said softly, her voice low and warm. “Like the heat was made for you.” Isabelle turned her head, a small smile playing on her lips. “And you look like trouble.”

“Soaked. My pussy’s been aching for days. And after what I saw tonight… I need it rough.” We moved to a dark corner booth, away from prying eyes. The moment we sat down, his mouth was on mine….hungry, demanding. His tongue invaded my mouth as his big hand gripped my waist, pulling me against him. I moaned into the kiss, straddling his thigh and grinding my dripping core against the hard muscle there. The friction against my clit made me whimper. “Fuck, you’re burning up,” he growled against my lips. His hand slid under my dress, fingers brushing my soaked lace panties. “No wonder you’re desperate. You’re drenched.”

His gaze dropped to my heaving tits, barely contained by the pulled-up gown, nipples hard and begging. “I know exactly what I’m asking,” I whispered, stepping closer until my body brushed his. “Damien hasn’t fucked me properly in five years. I’m soaked, Ethan. Look at me.” I hiked my gown higher, showing him my dripping pussy, lips swollen and glistening. “Fuck me. Please.” He groaned, a deep sound that vibrated through his chest. His hand came up, hesitant at first, then bold, cupping one of my tits through the fabric. His thumb flicked my nipple, and I moaned softly, arching into him.