Steamy Literature Novels & Stories

Note: The title is a request from the reader. You can add yours when sending a request. This also has a touch of FF action. ..... The tray was warm against her palm as she walked in. There were three glasses of whiskey on the tray, and they should have made the tray cold, but they didn't. Ray crossed the main floor of The Scarlet Sea with her bare feet since they weren't allowed shoes in there, for those who have a foot fetish. The apron she was putting on was the only covering she had.

Hot water cascaded over us, steam rising quickly around our bodies. The kiss deepened, growing more intense. I felt so small beneath him, his larger frame crowding me against the tiles as water sluiced down our skin. Every brush of his tongue sent sparks racing through me. Suddenly, he broke the kiss, breathing hard. His forehead rested against mine, eyes dark with lust. “Let me clean you up,” he whispered hotly against my ear, lips grazing the sensitive shell, “so you can ride me.” My cheeks and ears burned fiercely. I could only nod, body already responding to the promise in his words.

but like I said, it’s a craze. Yet there I was, looking absolutely nothing like a lady. Why don’t we have mirrors in bathroom stalls, that way I wouldn’t have to guess how disheveled I look. Even the thought of it seemed to fuel my sex craze. My pace picked up, so much that I could feel my legs shaking from the effect. “Yessssss…yessss ... .please” I panted out loud, as I felt myself getting closer. And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl.

I pull my cardigan tighter around me, trying not to look like a woman unraveling on her fourth glass of wine. “I don’t write sex, Chloe. I write romance without all the detailed intimacy, I write about repressed trauma, losing a loved one, mystery, horror even not two people who’ve never met each other dirty talking and moan— oh God.” She takes my wine glass and replaces it with her full one. “Exactly. You’ve built an empire off tragedy. I think your readers are ready to read something based on actual pleasure or erotic tension.” “Ew. Who even reads things like that?”

My body is a mess—soaked, dripping and painted in their release. And still they praise me. “Look at her. Ruined, dripping, perfect.” “Our little cum-drunk slut.” They make me ache in a place deeper than my flesh. My whole body hums with aftershocks. The one in my ass groans, his thrusts turning sharp and erratic. His cock jerks inside me and then he’s spilling hot, thick streams deep in my body, flooding me where no one ever has before. My ass clenches around the rush of heat, milking every drop.

Thick thighs, soft belly, heavy tits… I’m already imagining how they’d look bouncing while I fuck you. Ava’s breath caught. Heat flooded between her legs so fast it made her dizzy. ThickLittleSecret: You don’t even know what I look like. SirM: I don’t need to. I can picture it. That fat ass of yours bent over, those thick thighs spread wide while I eat your pussy until you’re crying. I’d spank it red first. Make it jiggle under my hand. Then I’d bury my face between your legs and stay there for hours if that’s what it took to make you come on my tongue.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

What the actual fuck? I looked into my locker to see a folded piece of paper. I unfolded it to find the words ‘Come to me’ neatly written on the paper. A feeling of Déjà vu washed over me. ‘Shameless bastard,’ I muttered to myself, chuckling. There were so many things at once. Deranged, debauched, sinful, yet very hot, attractive and alluring. This was turning to a sex game and I’m not ashamed to admit that I enjoyed every bit of it. What I liked most about it, was that he kept finding a new and sexier way to get my attention.