AI Generated Stories

What starts as a risky late-night indulgence on the twenty-seventh floor quickly spirals into a sophisticated game of voyeurism and shared secrets. But some secrets are too hot to keep—and even better when they’re shared.

A curator scarred by shame. An artist who paints with surrender. Veil of Shadows is a literary erotic novel of ritual, power, and transformation. When Elise steps into Rowan’s world of silk ropes and sacred pain, their bond unravels secrets—and remakes them both. For fans of slow-burn intensity, poetic prose, and sex that strips the soul bare.

A soft hand pulls him from sleep. Soon he’s drinking her down, lost between her thighs, until she begs for his cock inside her.

Once a year, the gate opens—for Aisha and Elior alone. The garden remembers them, and as vines part and figs split, they answer its call with sweat, laughter, and a hunger sharpened by absence. Among trembling leaves and blooming fire, their bodies meet in a ritual of rhythm and release. What begins with a pomegranate becomes worship and undoing. This is no paradise. It’s something wilder—sacred, erotic, and entirely theirs.

Two virtual strangers, while exiting an office building where they both work, are shocked to discover that every single human being besides the two of them has instantly vanished, leaving them alone in the world. How will they survive? Can they put up with each other? There is no explicitly described sex in this story, although it's implied.

At 18, I couldn’t help being this horny slut, always teasing in skimpy clothes that screamed ‘fuck me.’ The bus pulled up empty except for a chatty old lady up front with the driver. I slid into the back corner by the window, popping gum and scrolling my phone, thighs slick from my dripping pussy. A few blocks later, the doors hissed open again. This tall, muscular guy in his late 60s climbed on, and that's when my troubles began...

She should get up, wash the slick evidence from between her thighs, but her body still hums with the heat he left behind. The scent of sex clings to the air, the sheets, her skin. In the quiet that follows, need lingers. With His Name on My Lips is a story of aftermath, intimacy, and the aching pull between what was and what still burns.

A mysterious vintage Leica begins delivering photographs Alex never took—intimate moments with a woman he hasn’t met. Each image pulls him deeper into the city’s shadows and toward Maya, a poet with secrets of her own. As the camera reveals glimpses of a perfect future, Alex must choose: follow the vision—or step out of the frame and into something real. A story about love, fate, and a life unframed.

An exchange student from Norway spends a year in Baltimore. Her host family lives in a mostly black neighborhood. This story will take more time to get to the sexy parts than my usual writings. Codes will be added as the story progresses.