Novel & Cerita Enchanted Erotic Bedtime Stories For Women

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.

“Inside. Now.” I followed her into the bedroom. She stripped me slowly, her hands lingering on every inch of skin. When I was naked, she pushed me onto the bed and climbed over me, straddling my hips. She sank down onto my cock in one smooth motion, taking every inch of me into her tight heat. “Fuck,” I groaned. Elena rode me with slow, rolling hips. Her moans filled the room, low and throaty. “Ahh… yes, fuck… your cock feels sooo fucking deep Alpha.”

I rubbed slow circles over my clit, imagining it was Zane’s thick cock driving into me instead, or Xavier’s hand gripping my throat while he slammed home from behind. "F..fuck Zane....go harder!!" I moaned out loud, legs spreading wider on the bed as I pumped my fingers faster, my thumb was grinding over my clit. On the laptop Christian was still pounding Anastasia into the mattress, her cries matching the wet squelch of my own fingers

This one barely registered. He rolled off, breathing hard, and pulled me against his chest. “Love you,” he whispered. “Love you too.” I stared at the ceiling while he fell asleep. My pussy was still leaking a mix of both of them. I slid my hand down and touched myself slowly, remembering the exact shape of Mr. Grant’s cock. How it had forced me open. How he had held me down and told me that cunt was his now. I came quietly with my fingers, biting my lip so Derick wouldn’t wake up. It wasn’t enough. I already knew tomorrow I would stay late again. I needed the real thing.

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

His tongue followed, slow and thorough, licking her there while two fingers pushed back into her cunt. She moaned into the mattress. He kept licking, sucking, pressing his tongue against the tight ring until her arms trembled. He straightened a moment later, lined his cock up, and pushed into her pussy again from behind. He fucked her hard enough that the bed shifted. One hand stayed on her hip. The other reached under and rubbed her clit in tight, relentless circles. “You’re going to leave these blinds open every single night,” he said between thrusts. “I don’t care if your roommate is home. I don’t care who walks through the courtyard. You’re mine to look at and mine to use.”