Sylvia Day Erotic Books Novels & Stories

The whole day had been hectic. I took out a bottle of wine and poured myself some. I dropped onto the cushions, remote in hand, and flicked on the TV. Mindless noise to fill the silence. I scrolled through channels, news, reruns, some late night talk shows until I landed on a movie. One of those erotic thrillers, the kind with dim lighting and heavy breathing. I almost changed it, but the scene caught me. A woman alone in a lavish room, silk robe slipping off her shoulder, her hand trailing down her body as soft music swelled.

“Do you find some people impossible to resist… even if it means getting fucked in the library?” “I do…” I whispered, cupping her cheek, thumb stroking her lower lip. “Especially when they’re bold enough to test me… to make my cunt this soaked.” Evelyn leaned into my touch, eyes fluttering shut for a second as she savored it, then opened them with pure heat. Everything else… the books, the rules, the world… vanished. There was only her body against mine, only the slow, filthy promise of what was about to happen on that library floor.

Lucas groaned beneath me, “and fuck her properly.” And that’s what they did. They took turns fucking every hole in my body until I was begging for mercy.... My name is Sylvia. I’m a widow in my forties, and these was my cum-stained confessions. Now tell me… did my words make you cum? Did you touch yourself while reading every filthy line I whispered. Did you spread your legs wide and imagine every one of those men using you the way they used me? Or was it the other way around?

She hoped to see and feel a lot more of it in the days and weeks to come. With her two orgasms that day, Sylvia felt sexually fulfilled for the first time in years, but she knew her desire would be strong again in a few days. It would be necessary to start working on the foundation for an extended affair with the man who had done such a great job, and she wanted to do it while he was still in her bedroom.

I have no idea where Teddy is but I don't bother to call her because I need the silence. I still can't believe that pofessor Ivan touched me. He fucking touched me and sucked my nipples. His cock was in my mouth and I made him cum! The more I think about it, the hotter I become, and the dirty thoughts of all I want him to do to me fills my head. I pick up my diary, opening the pages and staring at the next thing on my list. "I wonder what it would feel like to have his tongue on my clit, while his fingers fuck me mercilessly. His long, strong fingers." I read out and my cheeks heat up.

I whispered as planted a series of soft kisses down my neck to between my shoulders, then worked his way back and forth. Taking his hands, I brought them around to my breasts, "Hands and lips, honey, keep everything moving, and use everything you have." I ground back into his cock, "Even this, rub against me, and let that girl feel how bad you want her." Cupping my tits and stroking my nipples, Max worked his hips, sliding his cock along my back and I could feel his pre cum dripping down my skin. My hips moved back into him and my clit was throbbing to the point I was ready to whimper the way he had.

My voice was shaky. Renata's lips curved into a smile, her brown eyes shining with something I couldn't quite name. "No, the opposite. Your writing is... powerful. Brave. I love erotic books myself, and I'd like to talk more about it. Are you free this weekend? Come to my place Saturday at seven." My heart hammered. Was this a test? A trick? Or something else? "Sure," I managed, my voice catching. She gave me a slip of paper with her address. Her fingers brushed mine, sending a spark through my skin.

There was just a bit of early wetness deep in the soft folds, and she crooked her finger and pushed it up into her cunt-hole, cupping the rest of her pussy with her palm. Holly let out a whining moan, directly into Sylvia's mouth, and then reached both of her hands up, held Sylvia's head, and raised the temperature of their kiss, with sucking, biting, and tongue dancing. Sylvia was thrilled-if a bit surprised-at how quickly she had managed to "turn" Holly. She guessed that there must have been some long-smoldering curiosity about sex with another woman hidden away. Maybe also a longing to be dominated. As they kissed, Sylvia slid her finger in and out of Holly's cunt, quickly building its we

He made a raze dazzle sign with his hands and I saw a very clear picture of what he meant. “Liam!!! That sounds very horny and crazy and I love the idea already.” “I asked Sylvia if she was up for rough sex, torture sex and the likes and she said yes.” “Wow so like done penetrative and anything we bring to the table right?” “Yes.” “Count me fucking in. When is this going down,” I asked as I paused my scrolling. “I knew you would love the idea too. Sylvia said that she will get her maid outfit and we should get our tool kit and outfit too.”

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.