Romans & histoires Enchanted Erotic Bedtime Stories For Women

“Sleep well.” I went upstairs fast. My heart beat hard. In my room, I took off all my clothes and got under the covers. I slid my hand between my legs. My fingers found my clit right away. It was swollen and wet. I rubbed slow circles. “Xavier…” I whispered to myself. I pushed two fingers inside my pussy. It was so slick. I moved them in and out faster. My other hand pinched my nipple hard. I moaned into the pillow. “Oh god… yes…”

Unfortunately, I wasn't the only one enamored with this godlike man. On our wedding night, he received a phone call and never came back. I sat on the bed until dawn, not sleeping a wink. In the early morning, he came back drunk. He calmly stroked my head and said, "You know what's the most adorable thing about you? It's that you're sensible enough not to cause trouble. The Finley family needs a mistress like you." At that moment, the anger that had welled up in my heart was suddenly extinguished by a bucket of cold water.

The private dungeon room smelled of polished leather, faint incense, and raw anticipation. Soft red lighting bathed the space in warmth, highlighting the St. Andrew’s cross, the padded bench, and the heavy oak table where various implements waited. At 26, Lena had dreamed of this moment for months. Tonight, in this soundproofed sanctuary, she would finally be collared by Marcus, her dominant, her lover, the man who had slowly peeled back every layer of her control until she craved nothing more than to surrender it completely.

she whimpered, leaning forward to capture my lips in a deep, tongue-twisting French kiss. As our tongues entwined, Lillian guided my nine-inch cock to the entrance of her soaking wet pussy. She lowered herself slowly, her eyes locked onto mine, savoring the moment my head breached her tight walls. I groaned loudly as I felt her heat envelop me, the tightness of her grip reminding me why she was the only woman who could truly handle me. "Put it all in, Edwin," she breathed, her voice trembling. "Fill me up before we give some of it to her."

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

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

she whispered when I loosened my grip for a second. “Creampie number three. Pump another thick load into Mommy’s womb while we stay quiet. Get me pregnant right under my son’s nose. I want your baby kicking inside me while Jake thinks everything is normal.” Her filthy breeding talk pushed me right to the edge. I fucked her a little faster from below, still keeping every movement silent, the bed barely whispering. The wet, sticky, obscene sounds of her cum-stuffed pussy taking my cock filled the small guest room. Elena’s thick thighs trembled around my waist. She leaned down again, replacing my hand with her own over her mouth as she got closer to the edge.

"Continue." "I want you to suck them like you did before, like you could never get enough. I want your cold lips wrapped around them, sucking like it had something that belonged to you. Bite my nipple, make me soak these floors with those beautiful lips of yours." I confessed, arms dropping beside me. These were my fantasies, all the things I had long craved to tell him, all the things that left me wet in the middle of the night when I would try to get some sleep but end up thinking about him.

Elena’s voice was a soft, breathy whisper. "I want you to throw me against the wall," she whispered. "I want you to rip that red thong off my body. I want to feel your hands everywhere. I want you to lick my pussy until I’m screaming your name so loud the neighbors hear. And then, I want you to fuck me until I can't stand up. I want to be your toy, Dante." Dante’s breath hitched. He felt like his heart was going to explode. The erotica of her words was too much. He couldn't sit in his office anymore. He was a man of action, and his wife had just issued a challenge.

She would worry about Jessica’s fury later if she were to find out. Their breathing became heavier as they approached climax, and the sounds of flesh slapping, punctuated by moans and groans, echoed in the tiny room. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, turning her on even more. Fireworks exploded in her as she hit her climax, her body shaking and her walls gripping him tight as she came. With one final thrust, his legs shook as he spilled his seed inside her, her inner walls convulsing as she milked him dry.