Crave An Erotic Story Collection Miranda Silver Novels & Stories

Miranda asked. "I'll have to show you. But you need to take your shirt off first," I told her, "so we'll go into the ladies room." Miranda and I went into a toilet cubicle. It was a little small for both of us, but she placed the seat down and sat on top. I lifted her blouse off her, revealing a bright red bra that hugged her breasts like sea shells with a heart pasted on it in silver sequins. I found her supersternal notch. I placed my fingers on it delicately, looking at the cleavage that the bra shells didn't cup completely, whilst feeling her racing pulse in the notch. Then I placed three fingers below that, to either side was the second rib. Her skin was so soft.

Her swollen cunt glistened under the lamplight. “Come on…” she whispered hoarsely. “Fucking take me.” The mirror exploded with light. This time it wasn’t two or three shadows. Five of them stepped through at once, fully solid, towering, dark muscular bodies with glowing silver eyes and massive, throbbing cocks. Their skin felt like midnight given form — cool at first, then burning hot against her flesh. The lead one — the one who’d smiled at her the first night — grabbed her by the throat and lifted her off the floor like she weighed nothing.

“You’re taking me so well.” Bruce’s thrusts grew erratic and deeper, his breathing ragged as he pounded into me. His fingers kept rubbing my clit relentlessly, even as I was still twitching from my orgasm. “Fuck, Mira… I’m so close,” he groaned, slamming into me harder. “Gonna fill this tight little pussy.” I moaned loudly, clenching around him on purpose. “Yes, Bruce… cum inside me. Please!!”

“One drop each. Then we fuck in front of it. Supposed to make everything… intense.” Lila bit her lip. The danger turned her on more than she wanted to admit it. She nodded. They sliced their fingers. Thick red blood welled up. Together, they smeared it across the mirror’s cold surface. The blood didn’t drip. It sank in, absorbed like the mirror was thirsty for it. The room temperature dropped, then suddenly spiked. A low, hungry hum filled the air. Marcus shoved Lila onto her back and slammed into her soaked cunt in one brutal thrust. She gasped, like really gasped this time.

"Mr. K, Miranda, I'm more than okay. That was the most amazing thing I've ever done. Are you okay?" I let my dress drop as Miranda smirks at me and lifts the hem of her skirt until I can see the light blue lacy thong. The fabric tight against her smooth pussy, her slit imprinted on the dark, wet fabric. "I masturbated three times today, just thinking about it." She runs her finger up her slit. "Wanna do something wicked?" I look out the doorway. Miranda says. "No, there's no time. This is what I mean."

I wanted her pussy, I wanted to taste her, I wanted to feel her body shudder as I flicked my tongue against her clit and licked up and down her folds. She was intoxicating. Her skin was soft and clean, her pussy soaked and more delicious than anything I'd ever tasted. I couldn't get enough of her taste and her scent. I could hear her moaning, muffled from the thighs pressing against my ears, but loud enough that it was only interrupted by the occasional crash of thunder. Her hips shifted, grinding her sweet folds on my face. My view was perfect; her perfect stomach, the swell of her perfect tits, and the occasional glimpse of her perfect, beautiful face as she gazed down at me with her pussy

Chapter 3. Layla’s hurt and shock began to melt under the relentless onslaught of those delicious and forbidden touches. Her mother’s hands were bold and experienced, rolling and pinching her nipples while soft lips continued to plant wet kisses along her collarbone. The betrayal still burned hot in her chest, but a much darker, greedier heat was rapidly overtaking everything else... the same taboo arousal that had made her finger herself furiously while watching her mother get destroyed through the keyhole.

This is a lesbian erotica story, enjoy! “Bang!” I jump, looking behind me. My best friend, Joanna, eyes me as I stare at myself in the mirror, flipping her hair over her face. She smiles, “You do realise it’s my wedding night, right?” I turn swiftly, my hand resting on my hips as I glare at her. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” She laughs, quenching my anger instantly. “Meaning why don’t you come help me with my hair instead of primping yourself for Jimmy.”

“Try again.” Cool air kissed my overheated, slick pussy and I shivered, a fresh gush of wetness slipping from me. Zara’s soft, throaty moan floated from the armchair. let out a low, throaty moan. She was still lazily fucking herself with two fingers, her slick sounds filling the studio, but her eyes were fixed on me with raw hunger. Her free hand pinched and twisted her own nipple, making her full breasts jiggle. “She’s so pretty when she’s desperate,” she purred, voice husky. “Look how shiny she is. Poor thing’s been edging herself on your hand for minutes and still hasn’t come. Be nice to her, Babe… or don’t.”

The vibrating plug had been removed at some point in the frenzy, but the memory of its buzz lingered, making her inner walls clench involuntarily around the emptiness now. The women around her, the brunette with her piercings and the ebony goddess with those hypnotic curves, helped her up with gentle but firm hands, their bodies equally spent and shiny. They pulled her into sloppy, tongue-heavy kisses, their lips sliding wetly against hers, tongues delving deep to share lingering tastes of cum and arousal. "Next time, baby," the brunette whispered against her mouth, nipping her lower lip. "We'll break you properly." The ebony woman chuckled, squeezing Lara's ass one last time, her fingers di