Erotic Mature Women Stories Novels & Stories

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

When he asked, the old woman squeaked and scratched like a horny man. - She is a beautiful specimen. Chaos said to the baliset in tune. The priestess next to Pietra replied, with her gentle contralto: "It is a known fact that the Lehmann Fuchs begin to grow late, Your Reverence. "That's what I heard, that's what I heard," The man said, albeit with his finger pulling her to the chair, then taking off her panties, opening her legs, sucking her vagina, lowering his head, towards her vagina. She was everything they were looking for, the woman released a sweet pheromone, her vagina was sweet and syrupy.

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.

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 whispered again. Kissing Tania’s cheek, I gently spoke into her ear. “Are you alright Tania?” She finally stirred, and then opened her eyes. “That was the best experience I’ve ever had, how did you learn to do that?” “Oh, it’s something I read about in an erotic story,” I lied. Putting her arms around my neck, she whispered, “Fuck me, fuck me hard.”

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe

Did it again, and again, edging her until tears pricked her eyes. “Say it,” he ordered. “Tell me what you are.” “I’m your slut,” she gasped. “I’m your dirty little slut please fuck me.” He slammed in. One hard thrust buried him to the hilt. Chloe cried out, half pain, half pleasure. He was thick, stretching her wide. Her walls fluttered around him. He didn’t give her time to adjust. He pulled back and drove in again, deep, brutal strokes that rocked her body. Her legs wrapped around his waist, nails raked down his back. The couch creaked under them. Skin slapped against skin, wet, loud, and every thrust hit deep, making her gasp.

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.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

The contrast of the cold wine and her hot mouth made my pussy clench hard around Darren’s fingers. The water rippled around us as Marissa pulled my top down completely, freeing my heavy, wine-slick breasts. She latched onto one nipple again, sucking harder while her tongue flicked the sensitive peak. Darren’s fingers pumped faster inside my pussy, thumb grinding my clit until my hips bucked wildly. “That’s it… let us take care of you,” Marissa whispered, biting gently as she pinched my other nipple. I was shaking, gasping, the pressure building so fast I could barely breathe.