Erotic Fiction Women Novels & Stories

Celia "Sexual blame avoidance: This is the most popular explanation. It recognizes that women’s erotic desires may trigger feelings of anxiety, guilt, and shame. How can women enjoy robust sexual fantasies without developing these feelings? Fantasize about being forced. That way, women aren’t responsible for sex and need not feel distressed about it. I was forced. It wasn’t my fault. Sexual desirability: This explanation reflects the arc of romance fiction, which is wildly popular among women (and the single largest- selling category of fiction). In romance novels, a powerful, dangerous man becomes so enthralled by the protagonist that he must have her, even if his pursuit is assaultive. Eve

I imagined them all going to work in similar fashion on my cock and balls, and I resolved to ask for that later. In the semi-darkness under the table, I could see and feel the difference among all the feet clustered and clutching around my face. Anna's Cervin's were smooth, fine, silky, sexy. Erika's fully fashioned English Gio nylons were equally sexy on my face, but with a back seam that extended from the top welts near her pussy all the way down to the tips of her toes and into my mouth. The pheromones of the four gorgeous feet from the two sexiest women in my universe were turning my brain into mush.

This was a woman who was a master cocksucker and she loved it and the power it gave her over men. Eva released my rigid cock from her wet mouth with a gentle “pop” and slid her tiny frame back on the bed, spreading her legs wide and folding her knees, and looking at me pleadingly asked, “Will you lick my clit please?” I dove right in, dropping to my knees and plunging my face into her soaking wet muff, wondering why she seemed to be begging for this most basic of sex acts, something I know men would pay good money to do to such a glorious love hole. I plunged my tongue into her pussy and then licked all around it, plunging two fingers in as I gently sucked her clit. Eva came with a sharp yel

I lost count of how many times I came. They flipped me onto all fours. Victoria pulled the plug out only to replace it with her strap-on, sliding into my ass in one slow, slick thrust while Elena lay beneath me, licking my clit and fucking herself with the double-ended dildo. The sounds were obscene… wet squelching, skin slapping, three women moaning and begging in one filthy rhythm. Finally, when we were trembling and covered in sweat and lube, Victoria pulled out slowly, the strap-on glistening. She kissed me softly, then Elena, and whispered against our lips…

"You are no longer allowed to take my books. Go read your erotica." She chuckled. "You can't forbid me. I need to read thrillers and suspense-filled books at the moment. Eric is around so I don't need erotic books now." I whirled around to get a view of her face. "What pleasure do you get from reading it?" I inquired with a scowl. "What? You mean erotics?" I nodded. "Oh my Goodness! What do you know?" She laughed. "Are you telling me or not?" I feigned annoyance.

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.

I rubbed her swollen clit in slow, firm circles. “Feel that?” I growled against her ear. “Your cunt is betraying you again, Stella. Dripping for your boss’s married cock.” She whimpered, her hips twitching involuntarily as I pushed two thick fingers inside her tight hole. “N-no… Derek, I’m serious. This isn’t right. I don’t want to be the other woman.” Her voice shook, but her pussy clenched greedily around my fingers, coating them in her juices.

She was getting desperate about it. So, she always stood by the door of the dark room, peeping at Eros as he had sex with the other women. While she watched, she touched herself and gets her satisfaction. Tonight wasn't an exception. She was busy watching Eros and the whore and touching herself that she didn't notice that she had company.

"Your wife becoming your sex slave, do you expect this to become permanent or is this a temporary thing?" "I doubt it will become permanent. She likes to read erotic books and I offered to allow her to experience the things she reads about in her books for three weeks to see if the reality was similar to her imagination." "What kinds of books?" "Reverse harem, women captured and sold as slaves, that kind of thing." "She's aroused by these?" "Yes, it's why I've offered her the experience."

What beautiful, magnificent creatures women are. They don't know how much power they indeed hold in the grand scheme of things, but I won't be the one to tell them that their attention has more power than they believe. I let the foreplay play out until I'm about ready to combust, and only then do I change things up, moving the girls to line up on all fours, ripping their clothing from their bodies, so I have three pert bottoms looking my way. And in the crevice of that three succulent and dripping pussys.