Liberty Lee

Writer of 18+ spicy erotica. I write the wanting and the admitting. Every kink, no judgement, explicit and unhurried. New books often. Author Page Below ↓

[Liberty Lee @LibertyLeeBooks]

Hey X, I'm Liberty.

I'm a budding author who writes steamy stories exploring all manner of passions and kinks.

Soft, dark, and most of what sits between. The interesting part is never the act... It's the wanting. Explicit, unhurried, without judgement.

Enjoy 😉 ❤️‍🔥

[Liberty Lee @LibertyLeeBooks]

“Say what you want,” said Birdie. “Not the word. The thing.”
I leaned in. My lips went across hers, barely, not a kiss, close enough that I could feel her stop breathing.
“Tighter,” I said.
#erotica #spicybook #sapphic #queererotica #Bondage

Available now
https://t.co/J2gjeM4HfI

[Liberty Lee @LibertyLeeBooks]

I've done a first today. I've finished my first Sapphic erotica story. I've only written M/F up to now so it's been a great change of pacing for me. I hope you love corsets too 😉 Coming to Kindle soon...
#sapphic #wlw #erotica #literotica #lgbtqerotica

[𝒲𝒾𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝑅🌹𝓈𝑒 @wilder_rose_]

Burning in your memory.

[Creative Scribe @EmilyGWilde]

What was my bestseller in August? A book about nudism, swinging, sex magic and incest on a private island. The readers have spoken. I'll do a sequel.
https://t.co/HAENsfDKlM

[Liberty Lee @LibertyLeeBooks]

@EmilyGWilde Now that's a story with my name written all over it! This is going right to the top of my to-read list.

[Liberty Lee @LibertyLeeBooks]

@haven_tunin That eye contact 😍

[justsayinging @justsaying4the]

Known in the Dark

She had spent years becoming the woman who needed no one.
She had trained her body to sleep on the far edge of the bed, one foot ready for the floor. She had learned to hold her breath when someone reached for her, as if touch itself might ask for something she could not survive giving. The scars were not stories she told; they were the places she turned away from the lamp. She called the locked door strength. In the dark, she almost believed it.
Then he came close enough that there was nowhere left to hide.
Not a glance from across a room.
The heat of him along her spine. The slow, deliberate way his mouth found the place just below her ear and stayed there, breathing her in like a man who had been starving for the exact scent of her skin. His hand did not demand. It waited on her waist until her body, traitorous and trembling, leaned back into him of its own accord.
He saw the girl who used to cover herself even in empty rooms.
He saw the woman who apologized for the sound of her own pleasure.
He saw every night she had lain awake cataloguing the reasons she was too much, not enough, already ruined. And he did not look away. He looked into her.
When his fingers traced the scar she always hid, she flinched.
He did not pull back.
He lowered his mouth to it and kissed it as if it were an altar. Slow. Reverent. Again. Until the shame in that place began to change temperature — from ice to something almost unbearably warm.
“Stay,” he whispered against her skin, not as a command.
As a plea.
As if he were the one who might not survive if she disappeared.
She broke the way a body breaks when it is finally allowed to stop performing.
The first sob came from somewhere older than language. He gathered her into him — chest to chest, thigh to thigh, his hand cradling the back of her head as if she were something precious that had been dropped too many times. He did not shush her. He let her cry into the hollow of his throat. He rocked her without even realizing he was doing it. His shirt grew wet and he did not care.
Later, when the shaking quieted, he undressed her like a man unwrapping something he has waited his whole life to see. Not greedily. As if rushing would be a kind of violence. His mouth mapped every place she had been taught to despise. The soft underside of her breast. The faint line across her hip. The inside of her thigh where she had never let anyone linger. He said her name there, low, almost broken himself, as if speaking it against her skin made it truer.
She did not become someone else beneath him.
She became the woman who had been buried under years of surviving with her jaw clenched.
The fire was always hers. He only pressed himself so close that she could no longer pretend it was dangerous to burn.
Now, in the thin blue hour before dawn, she lies half on top of him, her cheek over his heart, his fingers drawing idle, endless circles at the small of her back. One of her legs is hooked over his. There is no space left that is only hers. And for the first time, that does not feel like a threat.
She is remade not by being fixed,
but by being known in the dark —
known in the shaking, known in the scar, known in the way her voice cracks when she finally says don’t stop looking at me.
Some loves stand at the door and wait to be invited.
This one climbs into the bed she made of her loneliness, pulls her naked against him, and whispers into her hair,
I have you. All of you. Even the parts you thought would make me leave.
And that is the kind of love that makes her weep into his chest
not from weakness,
but from the shocking, almost violent relief
of a body that has finally been allowed to come home.

[Liberty Lee @LibertyLeeBooks]

He put the zip ties on as part of a foolish dare. Now they're the instrument of her delectible domination.

Zip Tied is now available on Kindle Unlimited
#erotica #femdom #bondage #eroticshortstory #literotica

https://t.co/mypt1OD67G

[Liberty Lee @LibertyLeeBooks]

If any of my followers couldn't tell, I'm working to a theme at the moment, Restraint! Ropes, handcuffs, tight spaces, they all make for such delicious naughty stories 😋 #erotica #literotica #spicystory #eroticwriter

[Liberty Lee @LibertyLeeBooks]

Jill plans her whole day, the knots around her wrists, the self-release cord, all around being alone. Until the key turns in the lock.
#erotica #smut #Bondage #literotica #eroticstory

Available now at:
https://t.co/uyUWO9Jb9L

[Liberty Lee @LibertyLeeBooks]

After a long day at the day job, nothing beats sitting back, putting your feet up and reading some smut, so utterly filthy, it'd make a priest want to pray for my soul 🙏 😊
#RomanceReads #Smut #MondayMotivation

[Liberty Lee @LibertyLeeBooks]

I'm having a go at something I've never tried. Writing a sequel. It's easy to write stories where you don't have to worry about what occurs after the final page. But I love a new spicy challenge! #Newchallenges #writing #romance #romancewriting

[Liberty Lee @LibertyLeeBooks]

@DNicholsAuthor I've just shook myself out of a writing binge and it's past midnight. So safe to say I'm a night writer 😅

[Liberty Lee @LibertyLeeBooks]

Just written a 1000 words on sleeping with a bully, verbally put down throughout and then left with a ruined orgasm and... gosh it was hot! You ever write a spicy scene and find it gets you going way more than you expected? #erotica #spicyromance #writingconfessions

[Liberty Lee @LibertyLeeBooks]

I think it's safe to say the hottest line in any #erotica story is the last line before things finally get physical. All that tension build up before characters finally cross the line. Delicious 😋 #spicystories #romancebooks

[JD Masterly @JdMasterly]

I'm trying my hand a writing Erotica on Medium. Since I don't have many followers, the stories I have there are currently free, even if you don't have a subscription! https://t.co/YmjeH8VKix #medium #mediumwriters #erotica

[Liberty Lee @LibertyLeeBooks]

@KindlePromos When American backpacker Carrie travels to the English countryside she never expects for a beast of local folklore to save her life.

Nor does she expect to discover a rugged handsome man behind the fangs and red eyes.

Discover the paranormal romance at: https://t.co/5GFdUPAfV8