Travel Writing

I guess I'm the only one that finds erotica fun. I find myself buried in sex magazines and gradually I stared putting my own down. This is an Erotica Sexual Collection. A complete R18 that will leave you wanting for more. What's more? Mine is paranormal. This is a sequel of my debut erotica collection THE WET DIARY Any semblance to a living or dead is coincidental. First time writing a werewolf book and erotica at that so I might not be that perfect. Sex is delicious and no one in thier perverted mind would say otherwise. Join me in this wild ride with the most talked about creatures called the WEREWOLVES Let's get you wet and make that dick stand. ~ciao.

Roseline's stomach turned and her fist clenched tightly around the handle of the big travel box beside her. She heard the clanging sound of the metallic head of Thompson's belt meeting the ground. Next, quite footsteps. Then, Thompson appeared in her view, like a ghost she didn't believe existed. He was completely bare, with his hairy chest rising and falling slowly, his cock shooting out in front like a gun ready to be fired, his balls bloated from desire, swinging from side to side as he walked closer to bed. Roseline's feet stuck to the ground and her eyes refused to blink as they looked on. "That's it, my boy. Hmm! I like what I see", the red hair gasped, rolling her eyes longingly at Thompson. As Thompson climbed unto the bed, his eyes totally locked in hers, she drew her breasts closer him, then, proceeded to rock the big pumpkins against the flushed skin of his face. "You like them?", she asked, moaning lightly. Thompson paused. Then, in a defiant move of uncontrollable desire, dug his chin into her breasts, burying his entire face in them. "Ouch", she gasped, then broke into a weak laugh, pushing his head more into her chest. "The damn bra", she spoke again, twisting uncomfortably as she threw her hands behind her to unhook the material. But Thompson caught her hands. Without words, his head still hidden in her cleavage, he slowly returned her hands to his head. Obliging to his silent command, she cackled loudly, pressing her chest even more into his face and then, with her tongue, glided across his neck and ears hungrily. Roseline froze. She wanted to scream but in that moment, she forgot how to.

Imagine having two men on your neck, both claiming to want you. Well... Welcome to Reene story then. Reene Clove was a totally normal twenty four year old until her life changed after an encounter with the two world's hottest guys. Yup. And the best (or worse as she'd put it) part was, they weren't just any men... One is an Alpha. The other a Mafia. Both the two most powerful men in the world. Yet she doesn't like either!!! None. In fact, she'd rather prefer to be away from the two hot, perfectly sculptured to perfection, almost irresistible dudes. Well, at least that was what she thought. Not until love invited itself to the story... WARNING!!! This book has some mention of illegal things and killings, so you should please watch out for those (but don't worry, I'll give a warning before writing those chapters). Dive into Reene's story and I hope you enjoy...