Written Erotica Novels & Stories

Ezra had noticed this yet he fell hard for him. The problem was, Kendall only ever treated him like a bro. A roommate. A guy you'd share instant noodles with at midnight, borrow ten bucks or a benjamin from, a guy he'd occasionally elbow in the ribs during late-night Dirt 5 gaming sessions. Ezra got Kendall's attention sure—but never in the way he wanted. Kendall saw him only as plain, ordinary, Ezra. So, Ezra had done something stupid. Something very reckless. He’d created Maya—a female catfish Winstagram account, with photoshopped pictures of a Brunette girl from Stock photos. He had replied Kendall's story about Kafka being possibly better than Dostoyevsky.

One hand gripped her hip hard enough to leave fingerprints; the other reached around to rub her clit in fast, ruthless circles. “Take it, take every inch. This is what happens when you tease me for a year and a half with those tight skirts and those little moans you make when you’re frustrated with a spreadsheet.” He panted. Elena pushed back to meet every thrust, sobbing with pleasure. “Harder, fuck me harder, make me come again, make me forget every other man.” He gave it to her with a brutal pace. The new angle hit deeper, grinding against her cervix with every stroke. She shattered again walls clamping down around him like a vice, milking him as she screamed his name.

Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?" Tim gasped again as Petrov used two fingers to stimulate his asshole. Petrov wasn't aiming for penetration at the moment, he just wanted the boy aroused enough to keep talking. Finally, the boy admitted to preferring Nifty and Literotica as his go-to erotic stories websites. Petrov knew that Literotica catered to a variety of genres but smiled knowing that Nifty had no heterosexual stories at all, though Nifty did h

Damien began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, his body pressing against mine with each thrust. "Damien," I whispered, my voice breathy and needy. "You feel so good. So fucking good." He captured my lips in another kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as his body explored mine. I could feel the pressure building, my body coiling tight with anticipation. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to go faster. Suddenly, I felt it...the rush of sensation, the release of pressure. I cried out, my body convulsing as I squirted, the wetness soaking the sofa beneath us.

Adra, the enigmatic force that had drawn her into this intoxicating web, was climbing into the sheets. He was naked this time, his powerful frame sculpted by shadows and faint light. Her breath hitched. He wasn't waiting, wasn't watching. Instead, he was pleasuring himself, his hand moving with slow, deliberate strokes against his already swollen cock, preparing himself for his own mood, for the feast that lay before them. Amina blinked rapidly, her mind struggling to catch up with the raw, visceral reality unfolding before her eyes. *Oh my God,* she thought, a dizzying blend of terror and exhilaration seizing her. *She was about to be fucking dominated by two men.* The thought, both terrify

I picked a thriller, but as it started, Ryan stretched out, his arm draping behind me. His thigh brushed mine, and sparks shot through me. I could smell his clean soap scent, mixed with something masculine that made my mouth water. Halfway through, the plot twisted into something steamier. The main characters, a couple on the run, ended up in a motel room. The screen filled with them kissing, hands roaming. The woman pushed the man against the wall, her fingers tugging at his shirt. He growled and flipped her around, yanking her skirt up. My breath hitched as he exposed her ass, spanking it lightly before sliding his hand between her legs.

Or she might be scrupulously careful, not a hair in sight, and I’ll have to come up with another pretext to tie her up to that four-poster bed. Suddenly, I flash on an idea. What if I “make” Eva write down all her dirtiest fantasies as an assignment? An instant treasury of scripts for future games. I can hear her voice tremble as she reads—Then you bend me over your desk and lube my asshole with the ointment you keep tucked in the drawer for special “lessons”… I love fucking Eva in every hole, but nothing turns me on more than slipping deep inside her sweet, dirty 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.

The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later. Elias hastily typed in the website information and quickly navigated to the story in question. The story was entitled "My Hot Teacher" and was about a young female teacher who got blackmailed into submission by one of her grade 12 students. The story described numerous sexual acts which were designed to punish and humiliate the teacher.

“Too often, society expects women to suppress their desires, to only express them for a man’s benefit. But it’s completely normal—and natural, might I add—to explore and understand oneself.” I felt my cheeks warm again. “I suppose you’re right,” I mumbled, although now I just felt even more awkward thanks to that little lecture. “If reading erotica brings you pleasure or helps you relax, then who am I to judge?” He glanced at me briefly, a sincere expression on his face. “And honestly, it’s better than some alternatives, like pornography. At least it’s fictional and doesn’t harm real people. And it’s imaginative.” Despite myself, a small smile crept onto my lips. “That’s… very progressive of