Enchanted Erotic Bedtime Stories For Women の小説・ストーリー

The whole day had been hectic. I took out a bottle of wine and poured myself some. I dropped onto the cushions, remote in hand, and flicked on the TV. Mindless noise to fill the silence. I scrolled through channels, news, reruns, some late night talk shows until I landed on a movie. One of those erotic thrillers, the kind with dim lighting and heavy breathing. I almost changed it, but the scene caught me. A woman alone in a lavish room, silk robe slipping off her shoulder, her hand trailing down her body as soft music swelled.

I groaned and bucked up into her, and she started to grind slowly. “Fuck me... ah... like you want to fuck all of us ‘white-hot girls’ Gawd... I couldn’t care about protection. Ahhh...” She leant down and placed kisses on my lips, my cheeks, my neck. “I want you to cum inside me. And then you and I are going to fuck all those girls, and we’re going to fuck each other, and maybe we’ll ask that tall girl to join us so we can fuck any girl we like in every hole and you can cum inside them and cum all over them and I will lick it the fuck off but every night, you come back to me and you put on that strap-on and you fuck me in both holes at once. Hanh! Now, you cum inside me. You do it right NOW!

She moaned, her hips moving against his hand, a desperate seeking motion for more. “You’re so eager, aren’t you, my love?” he whispered, slipping a finger inside her. Her inner walls clenched around him, hot and slick. She moaned, a deeper sound this time, her hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for the connection. He added another finger, his thumb finding her pulsing clit, rubbing gently, deliberately. Her breath hitched. “Tell me you like that,” he commanded softly, watching her face. She cried out, her body convulsing as she came, a powerful rush that tightened her around his fingers.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

“But I think we need to slow down a little and try something new together. Something I’ve been wanting to do with you.” She reached for the remote and turned on the large TV in their bedroom. She opened a hidden folder and selected a video. The screen lit up with two gorgeous women locked in an intense scissoring position — their pussies pressed tightly together, sliding and grinding in slow, wet circles. Their moans were loud, breathy, and real. One woman was on top, rolling her hips in perfect figure-eights while the other arched her back and gripped her thighs, their swollen clits rubbing visibly with every slippery movement.

But I tell myself that I cannot possibly be the only woman on earth with such a wild and erotic imagination. The thought of fucking two men at once gets me so horny that I finger myself. It has me sliding two of my fingers between my pussy lips and stroking my pussy. Late at night, while I am on my bed all alone, I masturbate to the fantasy of one of the men thrusting into my pussy while the other guy fucks my mouth with his massive erect cock until I am screaming and shouting from my release. Sometimes I wake up gasping for air and horny from an intense and passionate wet dream that has my pussy throbbing and clenching the whole day.

She looked like a scared kitten as she shook her head, lust is evident in her eyes, she can’t hide it from me, I have seen women in lust already and through the years I have mastered it, a little girl like her can’t trap me in a trance where she is an innocent ‘cause she’s not. “You know that I can fuck you here in every hole that you have, right? And you’d be screaming to death but no one will hear you. I’m going to fill your cunt with my cum in every corner of this house, and every time you pass by them, you will remember how hard I fuck you, how rough I fill you, and how lovely it feels that you will dream, wish, and beg me to do it over and over again.” I whispered, every word that comes

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

The silk sheets felt cool and luxurious against my heated skin. I got on all fours, just like I had imagined so many times while listening to him. I pulled my nightdress up to my waist, exposing myself completely to the empty room. “F-fuck…” I whispered, pushing two fingers inside my dripping cunt. I closed my eyes and pictured him behind me. “I’ll be your good girl, Master…” I moaned softly, pumping my fingers faster as I remembered the way he had praised that other woman. “Please… fill me up,” I whimpered, adding a third finger. “Treat me like just a hole, Master…”

Her high-pitched moans echoed beautifully in the quiet office. This was exactly what Mira lacked. The woman in front of me didn’t care about pride or dignity. Right now, Sandra belonged entirely to me, acting like nothing more than a bitch in heat. “I’m cumming,” she gasped, the wet, friction-filled sounds of her body filling the room. “Yes, give it to me, baby,” I growled, leaning up to bite hard on her earlobe. I drove my fingers in deeper, curling them upward. With one last, hard thrust of my hand, Sandra shuddered violently, her body tightening as she emptied her wetness all over my fingers.