Introducing C.C. Genovese
C. C. Genovese is a male romance and erotica author who often writes from the female perspective. He has a passion for writing sensual tales that take the average woman (or man) and place them in erotic positions. Life isn’t prude so why should we be? If you’re under the age of 18, or if you get offended easily, please don’t purchase these books. If you’re ready to be entertained, aroused, and brought to emotional climax then please do.
Wolves Love Red: An Erotic Bedtime Story
“Red made my c**k throb. It did that usually but something about her intensified the feeling. I’m sorry, I’m not making sense. Let me tell you about my obsession and the day things got out of hand.”
In this twist to the traditional tale, we get to see the hunt for Red from the wolf’s point of view. He wants Red and he’ll stop at nothing to get her.
BE ADVISED. THIS IS A SHORT STORY WITH GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT. BUT I PROMISE IT’S A LOT OF FUN.
Just the Tip: The Erotic Poetry of C.C. Genovese
Short and sensual stories told in poetic style. This is the first book of poetry by author C.C. Genovese (Chris C. Genovese). All rhyming, all sexual, all panty-wetting hot.
Darkness of Man: The Edge of Reflection Book 1
Rage, hatred, an insatiable sexual appetite…these things come natural to our dark doppelgangers on the other side of the mirror. When Gabe, an average Joe, finds himself trapped on the other side, he realizes the only thing stopping him from getting home and saving the woman he loves is The Darkness of Man.
This is a love story laced with maniacs and monsters.
(THIS BOOK IS DARK FANTASY, NOT EROTICA, BUT IT DOES HAVE VERY GRAPHIC SEX SCENES, LOTS OF VIOLENCE, AND FOUL LANGUAGE)
Diablo Snuff: A Foreign Evil (An Erotic Horror)
“Let me tell you about the night I experienced true evil. It started with a gaze. She was eye fucking the shit out of me.”
Michael is at the tail end of his bachelor party vacation with his buddies and has had enough of all the gambling and flirtatious prostitutes. Then he meets Isabelle, a foreigner herself, and Michael is smitten. But even evil can come in a beautiful package.
BE ADVISED: THIS BOOK IS FOR A MATURE AUDIENCE AND CONTAINS GRAPHIC SEX AND VIOLENCE
The Trouble with Three Husbands: Daughters of Venus Book 1
Nights are never cold with three husbands to warm you up. In the Dove mountain community, short for Daughters of Venus, Lauren struggles to maintain her household while remaining a leader in this lady-supreme religion and giving attention to all three of her husbands. But the trouble with three husbands is sometimes you kinda want four.
This book is meant for readers 18 or older and contains graphic sexual content. Buyer beware.
Online Erotic Group: My Orgy Cherry Popped
BabyJane40 runs an online erotica group. When a member suggests some of them meet up for real, in a pitch black hotel room, Jane can’t pass up the chance to finally meet author Mud Studly in person…and she wants nothing more than to get a little Mud in her mouth.
This novella is intended for an 18+ audience. It has graphic sexual content. Buyer beware. Oh and if group sex or sex with mutual partners, gay sex, or anal sex disturb or just plain gross you out then please don’t read this book. If you like that kind of stuff, let the games begin.
Checking Him Out: A Single Mothers Workplace Erotica #1
Being a single mother can be hectic and lonely. Rarely is it considered erotic. For single mom, Gina, pulling doubles at a supermarket cash register is no fun at all. But good times can come in mysterious packages, especially when Mr. Connor has a package like that.
This is an adult erotic short story with graphic sexual content. Buyer beware.
Maybe Mandy Series
Kinky Carnival Games: Maybe Mandy Book 1
Mandy doesn’t play games—But tonight she’ll be playing all of his.
Mandy isn’t thrilled about her upcoming blind date…until she meets Braden. He’ll take her to the carnival where they’ll embark on a sex-charged journey like neither has ever experienced before.
This is a novella intended for an 18+ audience. It has graphic sexual content. Buyer beware.
He gripped my ass, tight, nails and all, and forced me back on top of him. His grip spread my p***y inside my panties and it hurt just a little. For a second I thought he might take me right there in the car and I silently begged him to.
“You don’t understand,” he said.
“I want you so bad right now. I want to get out, bend you over the hood, and take you right here on the highway.”
“Yes,” I agreed.
That would be one hell of a plan, I thought.
He bit his bottom lip and rapped his knuckles against the window. He seemed a bit frustrated but then he looked me in the eyes and that blue metallic sheen on them seemed to sparkle.
“We could do that,” he said “but then it would be over too quickly. You deserve more than this, not just what any other guy would do. I’m going to show you something different tonight. Let’s do this right.”
“Are you inviting me back to your place?” I asked, hoping, wishing that would be the case.
“Not quite. Want to hear one of my favorite questions from the game?”
Okay, this might be interesting.
I kissed him again, this time letting my tongue seep out just a bit. He did the same but he refused to just let it go. He held back.
Damn him for holding back.
“Ask me,” I said.
“Have you ever had sex in a public place?”
Oh man, yeah, this was going to get interesting.
“Not really. In a sauna once but no one else was in there.”
He smiled and cocked an eyebrow. “A sauna? Nice.”
“Look, I don’t really want to go to a public place. Just take me somewhere private.”
I want to f**k you, you idiot, I thought.
But simple sex wasn’t the only thing he had in mind. He wanted this night to last and he had quickly formed an idea in his head. He’d planned a night that would drive me wild.
“No, private won’t do,” he said.
“So where are you taking me?”
“Where we were going in the first place, to the carnival.”
“I really don’t want to go to the fair,” I said.
He reached up under my skirt, palmed my p***y, and said, “Trust me. You do.”
And suddenly I did.
Margaritas by Moonlight: Maybe Mandy Book 2
Mandy’s on vacation, from the job and from memories of Braden, but on foreign land a little WORK may be required. Sex on foreign soil isn’t just a game…it’s a conquest.
This novella is intended for an 18+ audience. It has graphic sexual content. Buyer beware.
It suddenly felt very hot in the club. The air was humid. My hair clung to my shoulders but it turned me on even more. Feeling his sweaty arm against mine made me imagine our bare bodies pumping away in the heat. I imagined his chest glistening as he spread my legs.
I leaned back against him and touched my forehead to his neck. My lips were just below his chin. I wanted him to lean forward and kiss me. He didn’t.
That bothered me.
I f***ing want you dammit. Kiss me, I thought.
I tried to look up into his face but it was too dark. I looked around us and everyone else was too shrouded in the shadows to see clearly. I found the faceless silhouettes surrounding us to be erotic. I was getting turned on by the tension in the air and the urge to f**k Valentino was becoming too much to handle.
No one could see us. No one knew the hunger growing inside me.
No one saw his right hand move around and go up under my shirt. I felt his fingers trace over my belly button and traipse up my stomach to my bra.
“I want you,” he whispered in my ear.
I want you too, right here on the dance floor. Take me back to my room, I thought.
I thought it but I didn’t say it. I couldn’t for some reason. I just froze. And has his hand made its way up to my right breast and over it, I could barely move at all. He moved his fingers over my skin, right between my breasts, and then cupped his big hand over my breast and squeezed gently.
I moaned but the loud music masked it.
His left hand moved on, making its way up my dress. I looked around to see if anyone else was watching, but it was dark, it was late, everyone in the place was smashed, and Jill had her tongue down Marco’s throat.
I put my own hand over Valentino’s and he seemed to take it as a sign that I wanted him to stop. He started to pull his hand away. I grabbed it and shoved it hard against my p***y, showing him exactly where I NEEDED his hand to be.
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