Enchanted Erotic Bedtime Stories For Women Novels & Stories

The three men sat around her, looking at the masterpiece they had shared. She was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen, a perfect mix of soft curves and raw, wild energy. She closed her eyes, a small smile on her lips, knowing that this was a night that would haunt their dreams for a long time. The memory of the weight of her breasts, the tightness of her pussy, and the sound of her loud, messy moans would stay with them forever.

She has plans of making the house hell for David, that way she could stay in it with her husband alone. That plan has not been going well, since David goes to school and stays in his room when he’s back. Until they are having dinner, so she barely sees him. It was a Tuesday afternoon, Gracie was alone in the house. David wasn’t home, his father has gone to work. Her clit was throbbing and her pussy was pulsating. She was in her room, stripped naked touching her pussy. She shoved two fingers inside her pussy, curling them as she pressed her hard nipple. She thrusted her fingers fast stretching and fucking herself hard, moaning softly.

Destiny closed her eyes ready for a much needed sleep when Carter kissed her again and whispered into her ear, "You are incredible." Destiny's eyes flew open. THE END. ******* NB: As stated in the synopsis, this book contains other compilation of steamy erotic stories ever written and compiled in one collection! The very idea makes your mouth water, and that delicious feeling jolts down between your legs. These stories feature all the lusty, explicit action you could ever hope for. Every Dream of yours is sure to come to life in this electric compilation of erotic shorts. Read and enjoy...

she whispered. Elena took her time undressing me fully, though I wore only the memory of the night before. Her mouth followed the path of her hands, lingering on my breasts, then my stomach, then the sensitive insides of my thighs. By the time she reached my center I was aching. She parted me with her fingers and licked with the same careful attention I had given her, building me slowly. One finger, then two, thrusting in a steady rhythm while her tongue worked my clit. The pleasure climbed in tight waves. When she added a third finger and sucked harder I broke, coming with a sharp cry, hips rising against her mouth.

She used another finger to circle around her clit the way she had when she was lying on the bed. “If you start now, Juliette,” he warned. But, she continued. Her nipples were dark buds against the cream colored lace and with a light tug he released them to the air. “The breeze feels good,” she sighed, leaning against the building, touching herself, as her breasts tightened in response to the spring air. “I’ve been wet all day,” She said her eyes hooded and full of honest desire. “I’ve been vibrating, pulsing for more. I tried earlier to satisfy myself, but I can’t,” she complained, and stuck a finger inside herself.

Spurts of warm cum hit my inner walls. Tired, I lay on the ground panting. Finally, he was— A yelp escaped my throat when he raised me, only to plunge his still-hard dick into my used hole. Shit. --- I couldn't tell how long we'd been doing it, but the next time I woke up, I was lying on an unfamiliar bed. A glance outside showed it was nighttime already. "Fuck!" I facepalmed. Who in this world faints during sex? No one, I tell you. But you can't blame me for that. The vampire king had enough stamina. It made me weep, thinking of all he had put my body through.

“Hmm… I think you need to satisfy your curiosity.” Aria frowned. That didn’t sound like a real solution. “Don’t worry,” Elda leaned in as if she were about to share a secret. “You can do it on your own. I have books,” she said. Aria looked confused. “Books?” “Erotic books.” “What?” Aria’s eyes widened. “They’re written by women and sold secretly to other women. My friends and I got our hands on a few. You need to read them, my lady. You’ll enjoy them.”

The way her breath had caught when I touched her last week, the soft swell of her mound under my gloved fingers, the faint sheen of arousal I’d seen between her thighs when she thought I wasn’t looking. I leaned against the wall in the private room, unzipped my jeans, and pulled myself out. Thick and already leaking. The head flushed dark, a bead of precum sliding down the underside. I wrapped my fist around the base and stroked once—slow, deliberate—picturing her on my table again. Soft curves. Full tits straining against her bra. That delicate flush creeping up her neck when I’d said her skin took the lines beautifully. I remembered the others: Claire, married ten years, wedding band flash

A faint, quiet smile touched my lips as the door clicked shut behind me. The suite was warm, smelling faintly of sweet vanilla and fresh linen. A bottle of expensive champagne rested in a silver ice bucket on the side table, two crystal flutes sitting beside it. Annabelle was already waiting for me in the center of the room. She was dressed in a sheer, ice-pink lace lingerie set that left almost nothing to the imagination. The delicate fabric strained against her full breasts, her tiny waist tapering down into thick, curved hips that spilled out over the thin straps of her panties.

I swallowed greedily, moaning around his thickness. We collapsed in a sweaty, cum-soaked mess around 4 AM. My body ached deliciously, pussy throbbing and full of his seed. Ethan pulled me against his chest, hand lazily stroking my ass. “Matilda... that was insane,” he murmured. I kissed his chest, already feeling the stirrings of more desire. He chuckled darkly, hand sliding between my legs again. “I’m nowhere near finished with this pussy.”