Adult Stories For Women Novels & Stories

She said in a deliberately stern low key that caused the two other girls to laugh and Boyd to ask; “Is that an invitation?” Natasha gave him a blank look. Boyd laughed and shrugged his shoulders. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.” “Your taste in women is too ambitious Boyd,” Astridah said. “That’s only because you are the only one in this place outside the bracket of women I would love to date,” Boyd fired back. “Ouch!” Nicole said. Astridah dipped the tip of her fingers in her glass of water and sprayed it in Boyd’s face. “You are such an arsehole Boyd,” she said. “And just so you know, you are also not my type.”

she gasped, her body tightening as her pussy clenched, her swollen lips fluttering. I slid my middle finger over her, teasing, stroking into her entrance before brushing it against her clit. Her legs shook harder, her breath hitching. I took her fully into my mouth again, sucking as her taste flooded over my tongue. She tasted intoxicating, perfect. Everything you could ever wish for in a fucking cunt and Mr. Jaden had all to himself yet he still run arounds will other girls. I'm going to teach Mr. Jaden a lesson through her and she going to fucking beg me and I won't stop until she squirts all her juice in my mouth ,suck her tits till they get hard and red and fuck her till her leg is usele

This was normal life now. Later that afternoon, I lay on a wide silk cushion under a flowering tree, reading one of the community’s ancient erotic scrolls. The illustrations were filthy and beautiful — women tangled in endless pleasure. My fingers idly stroked my own clit as I read, lost in the words. A woman with golden hair and a thick strap-on appeared beside me. She didn’t speak. She simply spread my legs, positioned the fat head of her cock at my entrance, and pushed inside me in one smooth thrust.

The dominant, a tall woman in nothing but heels, smirked, leaning down to lick around the stretched rim before pushing the beads back in, starting the torment over. Not far from them, two women were locked in a heated scissoring session on a velvet chaise lounge. Their legs intertwined, wet folds grinding together in slippery, frantic friction, pussy against pussy, clits bumping and rubbing with delicious pressure. Their juices mixed, creating a slick mess that squelched audibly with every hump. One had her hands on the other's breasts, pinching and twisting nipples until they were red and swollen, while the other fingered her partner's clit in rapid circles, both of them panting and cursing

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was going to meet Amy . While I was laying on the street a woman passed by and told me she could help me . She took me to a fancy house and treated my fever. She put a roof over my head and listened to me narrating my problems. She told me there was a way to get rid of all my pain and that she would help me if I was ready. With images of Amy always floating in my mind and the constant pain in my chest I asked for her help. She sent me over to a man in his mid-30s and asked him for her regular. I was confused . What could it be that she would take regularly? He placed a bag in her hand and she requested we go." Life is a game baby girl . On the street you have to find your means of survival.

Sarah’s hand lazily traced circles on my stomach, her full breasts pressed against my side. But the hunger in her eyes hadn’t faded. “Not done yet, baby girl,” she whispered, leaning over to kiss me deeply. Her tongue claimed my mouth as her hand slid down to cup my mound, two fingers slipping easily into my drenched cunt. I moaned into the kiss, hips twitching. Jake watched us with dark eyes, slowly stroking himself back to full hardness. “You two are insatiable.” Sarah smiled against my lips. “Watch this.” She rolled me onto my back and climbed on top in a perfect sixty-nine, her thick ass and dripping pussy hovering right above my face. “Let’s show your stepbrother how Mommy and daughter

three times in two weeks. Rachel, twenty-eight, who'd brought her husband for "erectile dysfunction therapy" and now came alone twice a week. Elena, twenty-five, whose boyfriend couldn't make her squirt....but Dr. Stone could, and now she was addicted to the sensation. They all knew why they were there. All knew what happened behind that closed office door. All knew they couldn't stop coming back. One by one, they were called in. One by one, they were thoroughly fucked.

The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Sadile Marconi, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames, sat at a secluded table, her green eyes darting between the pages of her textbook and the clock on the wall. The numbers seemed to mock her, ticking away the minutes until her next class, a class she was dangerously close to failing.