Romans & histoires Adult Stories For Women

Me: "I just can't believe this is all working out; to be honest, mom, I had planned that this all happen, that I won your heart with, well, my big cock. I must have dreamt a thousand times that I would win your heart and then you'd be mine, dedicated, loyal, and willing to have my babies." Mom: "Well, I should be mad, but that damn cock of yours! It's amazing you didn't try and seduce the whole town. I can assure you that the old, horny women of my bridge club would all jump at the chance to have you. All of them are married, some are even still fertile. God, I could just see you, looking proudly as those society women rolled in, each sporting a swollen belly carrying your child. Wow, that e

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

Linda I've always been drawn to the shadows of desire, the places where control slips away and raw power takes over. For years, I'd heard whispers about The Velvet Vault, an exclusive private club tucked away in the city's underbelly, accessible only to the elite and wealthy men who craved total dominance.

I don't find this topic very interesting at all. “What about it?” I ask her. “Well, the portrayal of the female power in literature of those days isn't glorified, when compared to the males.” She says. “We all know why that is. They're not interesting.” “You're wrong!” She fires back immediately!” “Okay miss.” I reply to her, then take a seat before her. “You know what, tell me about interesting feminine stories of that time period, something that might even for a second, convince me. “Well, if you must know, we had stories focused on fierce women, with wits… like… in The Tale of Lady Serin, where she overthrows a king without ever lifting a blade,” she begins, her voice steadying as she fin

It has been six months since the accident his wife had, and I am sure he hasn't had sex in those months unless he is keeping a mistress, which I thought he would never do… until last night. To say the least, I am not a virgin anymore and I am not innocent of such things. Two men have already bedded me, both of them my age. They made me cum too, made me moan, and crave for their cocks. But last night was different, David made me feel something I haven’t felt yet. He was just so different from the boys who fucked. Is it because he has more experience? At 42 years of age, he really has enough experience to satisfy a girl. So this is the reason why young girls often want to be fucked by older me

he suggested, keeping his smile while presenting a new book to her. "What is that? What story does it have?" Ruby asked, finally looking at his direction instead of her window. "It's a compilation of dozens of stories about fantastic fighter women. Like Atalanta who never lost a race even to the fastest men and the first to land a hit on the monstrous boar, or Princess Merida the Brave who saved her own mother from a witch's curse. There's also about Queen Daenerys Targaryen, the Dragon Queen who started as a woman sold by her own brother to a barbarian Horse Lord but when he died she picked herself up. She built an army of her own, conquered kingdoms, freed slaves, and repelled evil forces

“Exactly. Gender inequality often shows up not just in the boardroom or paychecks, but in narratives. Women get reduced to romance. Men get elevated for achievement. Your story is a clear example.” I breathe in, slow and steady. Her words feel like validation I didn’t know I was craving. “It means a lot that you see that. Because I’ve worked hard. I studied in Paris. I taught at an art school there. I’ve got pieces hanging at the Met soon. I’ve built something I’m proud of.” She leans forward, her eyes bright. “That’s the story I want to tell.”

I feel like she should be the princess and I look like some kind of country bumpkin. “The last decade or so I have been having very abstract dreams. After a lot time meditating and writing them down I managed to put them into a narrative and they show me stories of witches and she wolves buying coffee in a particular chain of coffee shops, that are throughout the kingdom. These women are always young, they seem intelligent, well presented, some quite affluent, then they go home, they all live alone. One they drink their coffee they pass out. A group of men enter their homes and take them away.

Helen's POV I woke late in the morning with a pleasant ache between my legs and the memory of his body against mine still fresh in my mind. After breakfast, I spent the day exploring more rooms in the manor. In one of the upstairs drawers, I found a beautiful silver locket. It did not belong to my parents. I was certain of that. Inside was a small portrait of a dark-haired woman and a lock of hair. The locket felt heavy with history. When night finally fell, I waited for him by the tall window in the master bedroom. Moonlight bathed the room in silver. The moment the house grew dark and quiet, his cool presence surrounded me.

Mira My mouth fell open, and I couldn’t even hide my surprise. This man was gorgeous. I had seen good looking men before, but he was on an entirely different level. “Mira, meet my dad,” Anna repeated, snapping me out of my completely inappropriate thoughts about all the ways I could gladly devour this man. Anna and I met at a bookstore last month. We clicked instantly and became close fast. Since then, she had been begging me to come over to her house, and now here I was, standing in front of the most breathtaking man I had ever laid eyes on.