Written Erotica Novels & Stories

Well there was only two weeks left to enjoy her and I was doing that as much as I could. Not that I didn't actually enjoy the class itself as I had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what I was writing was dirty stories, or as the web sites called it; erotica. I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews.

Her fingers, skilled and careful, had traced the spines of volumes on law, history, and war before they closed around a simple, unmarked book of vellum. It was not a history. It was a collection of letters, intimate and raw, written by Alphas to their mates across generations. The words were so visceral, so full of longing and possession, that she found herself whispering them aloud, her voice a soft murmur in the quiet room. “I would have you on your knees before me, not in supplication, but in celebration. I would teach your mouth the shape of my name until you forget all others…” A floorboard creaked behind her

My best friend Jade and I have been having sex to avoid getting pregnant. We didn’t want to end up a trailer park cliché, pregnant teen. But we needed sex. So we had sex with each other. It's great, but I’ve always felt like it wasn’t enough. Like I need to have a cock in me. I’ve never had sex with a man, so I don’t know. I’m pondering all this as Jade and I french kiss, naked, our boobs smashing together as I lie on top of her. We’re both 18, we just graduated from high school a few weeks ago, the threat of pregnancy doesn’t seem so scary now. Maybe that’s why I’ve been contemplating fucking a man lately. I think about it to turn myself on as my fingers travel down Jade’s body to her pussy

She would worry about Jessica’s fury later if she were to find out. Their breathing became heavier as they approached climax, and the sounds of flesh slapping, punctuated by moans and groans, echoed in the tiny room. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, turning her on even more. Fireworks exploded in her as she hit her climax, her body shaking and her walls gripping him tight as she came. With one final thrust, his legs shook as he spilled his seed inside her, her inner walls convulsing as she milked him dry.

“You can go back to your desk. I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable here.” Zach dutifully sat back down at his desk and waited for his face to cool down. He really wasn’t cut out for reading smut, let alone editing it. He would have to move onto that at some point in the year. He was supposed to experience all editing roles throughout the year. “We do get some gay erotica,” Becca told him when she returned to her desk. “It’s just not as common so we haven’t had a submission for a while.” “Damien Black, whoever he is, is the king of the genre,” Robert agreed. “He hasn’t submitted anything for a while though.”

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

The story was so vivid, so real, that she could feel the heat radiating from the page, smell the stale beer and cheap perfume of the club. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the narrative wash over her. She was there, sitting in the booth, watching him. She felt the tension building, the air thick with unspoken words. She wanted to reach out, to touch him, to feel the same electric connection. The writer’s voice was hypnotic, a siren’s call that drew her in deeper. She was no longer just reading; she was experiencing. She was living the story. Her body began to react on its own accord. A dull throb started between her legs, a familiar ache that she had been ignoring for too long. She

The dam of passion burst open as we wildly groped each other like a couple of teenagers who had been grounded for a year! After we petted for a few minutes, Eva grabbed my bulging crotch and growled, “I fucking want you.” I croaked weakly, “Yes” as she led me by the hand into the next room, pulling off her tank top and skirt as we walked between the rooms. Obviously, she did a bit of wardrobe planning for tonight!

Then I’d stand, bend her over the railing, and thrust into her from behind, her cries echoing across the water as I claimed what’s always been mine. Elena’s breathing grew ragged. She hiked her dress higher, fingers slipping beneath the damp cotton of her panties. Her clit was swollen, slick with arousal. She circled it slowly as she turned pages, lost in Victor’s raw confessions. Last night I wrote her name while I came. Elena. Elena. Elena. If she ever returns, I won’t hold back. I’ll lock the doors, strip her bare, and spend days teaching her body every filthy pleasure. Spreading her ass cheeks and rimming her tight little hole while she fingers herself. Making her watch in the mirror as

"I'm flattered, Mrs. Melinda. It's important you feel comfortable here. Now, let's dig a little deeper. What kind of erotica draws you in? The kind that builds slowly, or something..something more.. direct?" In my mind, I pictured her reading about a doctor like me, hypnotizing a patient into submission. Her body arching under my commands. I watched her bite her lips, considering her answer. This was going to be exquisite. She shifted on the couch, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. "It's mostly the forbidden ones, of course. Power dynamics, losing control to someone trustworthy. Scenes where the mind opens up and the body follows. I dream about it.. being guided, touched in ways I can't ad