Steamy Literature Novels & Stories

So while he stands behind me watching me, which both intimidates and excites me, I take each book out, one by one, pulling them from the bookcase, some wonderful editions of Jane Austen, Dickens, Ovid, Homer, Kundera and then 'For Whom the Bell Tolls' and, finally, Lolita. As I put Lolita on the top pile, I let out a sigh. I feel Paul slowly approach from behind me.

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.

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But Adrian… God, Adrian was pure temptation. He was twenty-one, a senior literature major — tall, athletic, with messy dark hair, sharp green eyes, and a quiet intensity that made my thighs clench every time he looked at me over the top of his laptop. For weeks he’d lingered at the front desk after closing, asking for book recommendations, his gaze dropping to my lips, my breasts, the way my skirt hugged my hips. The tension had been building in small, dangerous doses — his fingers brushing mine when I handed him books, the way he’d lean over the counter so close I could smell his cologne, the late-night texts about “research” that slowly turned flirtatious.

Her own red hair, spread in a red hot blast in general, overwhelmed her vision, however past it the evening time lights of Copenhagen flashed while out of concentration: a glimmering foundation of bokeh. Significantly less fringe to her detects, the young lady's rear-end was pounding with a tight, consuming aggravation - sharp, yet not totally horrendous in her condition of excitement. The rooster inside it, was portraying a lethargic pistoning development through her rectum, gradually halting - cumming, even. However she was unable to feel the semen spraying further into her colon, Lannie could feel the musical shuddering of the erupting part. With her insides impregnated, the homosexual th

“Maybe. But we don’t fight like that” “No, you wouldn't even let it” she agreed breathlessly. “We do other things instead” The air thickened and the steam from the warm water swirling around them. Johnny’s erection pressed against her ass, hot and insistent. He dropped to his knees suddenly, the water streaming over his shoulders as he hooked one of her legs over his broad back. “Things like this” he murmured, voice dark and thick with wicked promise

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent (Drugging/Somnophilia), Supernatural/Beast Content, Choking, Spanking, Breeding, Marking/Biting, Light Bondage, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The morning light was a cruel interloper, filtering through the lace curtains of our bedroom. I stood in the doorway, already dressed in my woodsman's flannel and heavy boots, watching Lyra stir. To any outsider, I was the picture of a doting husband, but the memory of her muffled screams and the way I had filled her pussy and ass with my supernatural seed just hours ago made my skin tingle with a secret, dark delight.

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

My cunt was swollen, raw, and completely filled, the thick, white fluid slowly dripping out onto the dark wood. The woman looked up at me, a wicked, hungry smile touching her lips. Then, she leaned down and buried her face straight between my thighs, her flat tongue lapping heavily over my filled, hyper-sensitive center. The shock of her warm tongue hitting my hyper-sensitive flesh made my entire lower body jerk. I let out a loud, broken cry, my hips lifting completely off the desk as she swiped flat and heavy across my swollen opening. She didn't mind the mess at all; she drank it in, lapping up the thick, white fluid the Beta had left deep inside me, cleaning my skin with a fierce, hungry