Erotic Fiction Women Novels & Stories

Her pussy made wet, obscene sounds as she fucked herself on my hand, grinding against my palm. “Look at me while you finger me,” she gasped. “Watch how your shy fingers are making me drip all over them. This is what you do to a woman when you learn her body.” Her breathing grew ragged. She rode my fingers harder, her juices coating my hand and dripping down my wrist. I kept curling, rubbing, circling—completely mesmerized by the sight of this stunning woman using my hand to chase her pleasure.

She was a vessel, completely occupied, every hole claimed. The rhythm was chaotic, glorious. Elias thrust deep into her pussy, his balls slapping against her. Rickard pumped into her ass, his movements slower, more deliberate, digging into depths she hadn’t known. Marcus fucked her mouth, his hands holding her head, controlling her. The room filled with the sounds of their grunts, her choked moans, and the wet slap of flesh. “She’s taking it all,” Elias panted, his thrusts becoming frantic. “Like a fucking champion.”

“Too often, society expects women to suppress their desires, to only express them for a man’s benefit. But it’s completely normal—and natural, might I add—to explore and understand oneself.” I felt my cheeks warm again. “I suppose you’re right,” I mumbled, although now I just felt even more awkward thanks to that little lecture. “If reading erotica brings you pleasure or helps you relax, then who am I to judge?” He glanced at me briefly, a sincere expression on his face. “And honestly, it’s better than some alternatives, like pornography. At least it’s fictional and doesn’t harm real people. And it’s imaginative.” Despite myself, a small smile crept onto my lips. “That’s… very progressive of

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

I started slow, teasing my swollen clit with lazy circles, remembering the way Adrian’s tongue had flicked over it. “Fuck… Professor,” I moaned softly, pushing two fingers inside my tight heat. I thrust them deeper, curling them against that sensitive spot while my other hand pinched and rolled my nipple hard, just like he had. The wet, obscene sounds of my fingers pumping filled the small room. I added a third finger, stretching myself, imagining it was his thick cock finally inside me. My hips bucked off the mattress as I fucked myself faster. “Adrian… please… ruin me,” I whimpered, lost in the fantasy.

As a result, I was spending more and more time online reading erotic stories and looking at various websites. The sites I like most feature amateur and voyeur photos. There's just something about "the girl next door" that really gets me going. I'd much rather look at a real woman than some airbrushed, so-called "ideal." The idea that regular women are generous enough to take their clothes off so I can admire their beautiful bodies is an incredible turn-on for me. Unfortunately, Linda, my wife, doesn't always share my enthusiasm for surfing the web for p**n. Consequently, I have to sneak my viewing.

I’d spent the majority of my sexual maturity fantasizing over other women – when I first discovered how to bring myself to orgasm at a young age, it was from reading erotic stories about heaving breasts, hard nipples and streaming cunts. All my sexual experiences up till now had been with men, and they were great – I love men and don’t think that anything could replace the feeling of being fucked hard by a man with a big hard erection for you. Just because I wanted to experience a woman didn’t mean I was a lesbian. Maybe it just means I’m a horny slut?

Even though they participated, they didn't have much desire, she was already a grandmother, but due to plastic surgery and exercise, she was a preserved woman who had 50 years of life, full of adventures and a great experience in sex. This happened more than fifty years ago, since then, she would do anything, do everything, and have a male harem at her feet, which also included other women and men of all ages. Harmful random sexual relationships with several men of different ages, putting their greatest dark desires on the screen, hoping that no one would find out, she would not be defamed, just called Fairy Erotic, with an avatar of a naked and busty fairy, she said everything the possible

Well there was only two weeks left to enjoy her and I was doing that as much as I could. Not that I didn't actually enjoy the class itself as I had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what I was writing was dirty stories, or as the web sites called it; erotica. I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews.

“Tell me.” “I’m touching my pussy.” “Good, baby girl. Push two fingers inside. I want to hear how wet you are.” I did as I was told. My folds were slick, hot, and wet. The noises my wet pussy made seemed to drown out any of the rain that beat against my window. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this aroused. It seemed like ages ago. I pressed two fingers, then three, inside myself, using my thumb to circle my clit. I was so close to coming, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to hold on to this feeling for a while. Who knew when I would feel it again.