Sylvia Day Erotic Books Novels & Stories

Ryan shut the door behind us. He didn’t speak at first. Just looked at me. And then— He brought out a rose vibrator and a black dildo. “Ryan!!” I nearly screamed but he placed his hand over my mouth He leaned in closer, placing the other over my ass. “C’mon… just a lil bit of fun.” “You’re sick… fuck.” I breathed but there was no venom in it, my voice shook with something else entirely. “But we won’t use the tools.” He gave a helpless little shrug then crashed his lips on mine.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

This whole note being able to talk back to her thing was getting frustrating. "Look," Sabrina said. She pulled her fingers out from under the bikini bottoms and held them up to the camera. You could clearly see the slimy clear juices on her fingers. "This is what you do to me, baby. This is how I've been feeling aaall day thinking about you. Can you imagine that? Me, sitting at work surrounded by my coworkers, with a hot... horny... juicy pussy just screaming to get fucked raw?" Now you ramped up your jerking pace again.

I swallowed hard and choked on my saliva. "She's... tired of pretending," I whispered, my gaze dropping to his mouth, his full lips parted just enough to imagine their texture. Soft? Firm? His hand ghosted my elbow as we moved to the next piece… a clay figure twisting in ecstasy or agony, hard to tell, and the contact was electric, his calluses rasping like sandpaper on silk against my skin. My breath hitched, "mmphh" I covered with a cough. David's laughter boomed from across the room, safe and distant. ‘Explore it,’ the wild filthy voice urged, low and throaty in my mind.

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

Then I started pounding into hеr tight аѕѕ with ѕmооth hard strokes, the erotic sounds of skin meeting skin echoed in the room as I shoved my dick into her tight hole repeatedly. "Fuck, Selena. What a lying lesbian slut you are. You fucking can't stay away from pussy, can you?" I asked as I jerked my hips back and forth. With every powerful thrust I deliver, she response with breathless moan, her ass muscles gripping my dick so hard that I almost blow my load. "I bet you could eat four to five girls at one time. Don't worry baby, I asked Ellen to arrange an all girls lesbian fucking fest for you where you can eat pussy until your heart content," I said, spanking her ass cheeks.

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

mouth-watering. She so wanted to hold it, feel its temperature against her cheek, sniff it, lick it and even better...suck it. Before that encounter in SilverCayne forest, she had accidentally bought an erotic book from a roadside merchant. Instead of throwing it away after seeing the first page, she had been so curious that she decided to check out one or two more pages and then...she had ended up checking out all of them.

It was the book in his hands. My book. "Reflected in You" by Sylvia Dayn. The one with the embarrassingly passionate couple on the cover, all heated glances and barely contained desire. The one Olivia had waved around like a victory flag in the hallway earlier today after finding where u had hidden it in my room. "I can explain that,” I said immediately as heat rushed to my cheeks. "Can you?" He pushed off the doorframe and stepped into my room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. The space suddenly felt smaller with him in it, like the walls had moved closer together. "Because I'm pretty sure I already know what it is."

While she is happy to dance about and seduce men, when it comes to things she doesn’t know, you can tell she doesn’t understand them. “Yeah, sorry, we don’t really do things like that during the day anymore.” We had stopped. Now we try to wait until the twins are asleep to do anything that full-on. Sure, we could catch a quick fuck during the day when we can, but me tied up, gagged and screaming for mercy typically waits for nighttime, when we know we won’t be interrupted, and don’t have any responsibilities.