Enchanted Erotic Bedtime Stories For Women Novels & Stories

It was a perfectly executed erotic romping…almost as if the two wolves were dancing the tango. The magnificent alpha and his beautiful mate rolled around with grace and sensuality, licking and lightly biting each other in a sexy hypnotic way that was intimate and absolutely seductive. The passion and intense desire that burned in their every move was just beautiful to watch. The alpha and his mate would briefly stop rolling around and just stare deeply into each other’s eyes with such blatant desire it felt as if they were having a steamy foreplay to crazy sex. Then they would get back to their romping.

She wanted to try something she'd never done before. She stretched her legs wide open, one hand resting on the floor to support her weight. Bernard finally opened his eyes and straightened his back at that point, and his eyes widened when he saw her. "M-Monette..." he exclaimed, stunned. She smiled seductively at him while tracing the sperm he had spurted on her hair. She pressed her two stains with his juice fingers together. "Watch me," she said seductively. And without taking her gaze away from him, she inserted her two semen-coated fingers into her wet pussy. And as his fingers entered her womanhood, she exclaimed and looked up. She began moaning as soon as she moved her fingers. Inside

CONTENT: Vaginal sex, oral sex, Modern fantasy, hand job, squirting. CHAPTER 1 I met my witch friend in her driveway. She was wearing a floral maxi skirt with a frail white shawl wrapped around her. She looked like the perfect image of a witch as she carried a small basket with tiny glass bottles out of her house. She grabbed three bottles from the basket. “Here’s the three servings you asked for. Each serving lasts about an hour, but don’t give your man more than one a day. And yes, you can drink with it.”

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

They were both extremely curvy, with pronounced hourglass figures that drew men's eyes wherever they went. How many loads had I pumped out fantasizing about my grandmother? I couldn't really say, but I'm pretty sure that if I had a dollar for every time I jerked off thinking about her, I'd be driving a Bugatti right now. And now, due to a screw-up with our reservation, I was going to be sharing a hotel room with the woman of my dreams. And not just any hotel room, but one with a single bed only. I knew deep down that nothing was going to happen, but at least I might come away from this weekend with some new fuel for my fantasizes about my dear old grandma.

I want it so bad and I can't wait for it to be slapped and filled and sucked and nibbled on. I want tonight to be about me. I am looking at the beauty magazines on the table and I am lost in a photo that had a model posing in a room full of roses of different colours and I was looking at the arrangements when Xena returns. “Sera, we have your room ready," he says and I smile and follow him as he indicates. I am taken to a room that is about fifteen square metres and has all the amenities one can think of. It has a king sized bed, a television set, a table full of BDSM tools at one corner and a door that leads to the washrooms.

Thirty stories. Thirty forbidden desires. Thirty moments that can change everything. Not every desire is meant to be confessed. Not every secret is meant to be uncovered. But once temptation takes hold, some lines become dangerously easy to cross. Behind closed doors and innocent smiles are secrets waiting to be revealed. Every story in Sinful Whispers explores the dangerous space between temptation and self-control, desire and consequence, attraction and regret. From unexpected encounters and hidden passions to forbidden attractions, secret affairs, dangerous obsessions, and choices that can never be undone, these thirty tales take you into worlds where boundaries blur and temp

Something that made my chest tighten with both lust and dangerous affection. “This is our last night,” she whispered, climbing onto the bed and straddling me. “I want you to ruin me, Ethan. I want you to fuck me so hard I feel you for weeks after you leave.” I grabbed her hips and pulled her down for a deep, possessive kiss. Our tongues fought for dominance. She moaned into my mouth as she ground her bare pussy against my rapidly hardening cock. “You are such a filthy little slut,” I growled against her lips. “Sneaking into your stepson’s room every night to get fucked while your husband sleeps downstairs.”

Someone slides underneath me and sucks hard on my clit while others continue fingering me and abusing my sensitive nipples. I cum again. And again. Each orgasm different, more shattering than the last. My juices drip down my thighs. The sheets are soaked. I’m a trembling, submissive mess. Blindfolded. Owned. Addicted. Just as I feel another devastating climax building, I hear the bedroom door open again. More footsteps. More soft feminine laughter. “Oh fuck…” I whimper. Vanessa laughs low and wicked, fingers still buried deep inside me, curling relentlessly. “The rest of the group just arrived, baby. Twenty of us in total tonight. And we’re not stopping until sunrise. Your husband won’t reco

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real