Erotic Fiction Women Novels & Stories

She had very large breasts and an even larger face, that could instantly kill the excitement in an erected manhood. "What would you do with her?" I asked, looking baffled. Sincerely, I could never take a woman like that to bed, even if my father threatened to kill himself. It was just an impossible task. I was sure she would have a very loud voice to accompany that body of hers "You do not understand the science of women my friend. That lady will make me release quicker than any of my wives combines..." Erik snickered. I raised my brows in even more confusion. How could that lady bring him to release with a body like that?

She pulled her cheeks apart, slamming down onto me, riding me until I was sure my spine would snap. “Ohhh,” she shivered, her body shuddering against mine. I wanted to break the cuffs, to grab her waist and bury myself in her until I was empty, but she was a cruel mistress. She pushed off me, hovering, her fingers sliding over her own wetness. I listened, helpless and blind, as she fingered herself, her pussy pulsing directly over my face. She climaxed in a violent, torrential wave, drenching my chest and face in her essence, a soft, broken cry escaping her lips.

Thierry and Adewale claimed them in turn, the women used without mercy. Elena’s first orgasm was slow rolling — a deep, swelling tide. “Oh fuck… it’s building so deep in my cunt,” she moaned breathlessly. “Your thick cock is stretching me so good… I’m rolling… don’t stop filling your whore!” Lila’s was sudden and sharp. “Ahh— I’m cumming right now!” she screamed, body locking. “Pound my wet pussy harder— yes— I’m squirting all over your cock like a slut!”

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.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.

Yet, the way she was touching my breasts made me certain that she would hesitate to undress me and do naughty things on my body. "What if Madam Cash tries to chase us down?" I gritted my teeth at her, hoping the fury in my eyes would make her drop her hands. She had pushed her hand between my thighs until it settled on my labia. "What are you fucking doing?" I asked her. "I want to know what those men find so enjoyable, maybe Wyvern enjoyed it too." She teased me, parting my legs harshly until she found my clitoris. I clenched my eyes tightly, disgust was building in the walls of my throat. I indeed went from frying pan to fire. Someone who hated me was touching me inappropriately but the de

If anything, her fingers moved faster. “Mmmh … I need.. Mmhh.. your mouth,” the redhead groaned from her sixty-nine, pulling off the man’s cock with a wet pop. She twisted, breaking the position, and crawled towards the older woman. The man followed, his face glistening with her juices. The older woman opened her arms, and the redhead lowered her head between the mature woman’s thighs.

ARC 15 : CROSSING THE LINE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit lesbian sex including tit sucking, fingering,, face-sitting, thigh grinding, mutual masturbation, squirting, cum tasting, slut-shaming, corruption kink, and intense best-friends-to-lovers angst with heavy emotional tension Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to raw, unrestrained dark erotic fiction that explores twisted desire without limits. ---- Bella’s POV It was a beautiful Thursday in the dorm and finals week was right around the corner. The entire atmosphere was tens

I stammered. “I see.” He smirked and continued walking. “So what do you think of erotic books? Do they convey the messages purely like movies do? The expressions, the feelings… everything.” I gulped. “It all comes down to how good the writer is.” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I most times prefer to read erotic books instead of watching erotic movies. “Interesting,” he smiled. “We really do have a lot in common.” “Do you get the urge to do it when you read them?” he continued.