Erotic Reading For Women Novels & Stories

Way too f**king long. Eric pushed his curtain back, revealing his long cock. She watched him stroke himself for several minutes, his fingers wrapped around his flesh, drawing up and down its length with gentle, fast strokes. She strained her ears to hear the sounds of flesh on flesh and the excited hitch in his breath. She had the sudden urge to want to come with him. She opened her legs again and stroked her clit with the same rhythm he used. She decided watching the look on his face was almost as sexy as watching his hand slide over his cock, almost as sexy as thinking about it between her lips. She sucked on the fingers of her free hand, wanting him in her mouth, wondering what his cum wo

She didn’t even care that he smelled like cigarettes. Flashes of them kissing each other, caressing each other’s bodies, licking and sucking any part of each other that they could reach, while they were both naked and rolling around on her bed, moaning in mutual pleasure, played out in her head. She had no actual experience in this. Just stuff she read in Henry Miller’s books and R-rated movies she’d seen in the past. She gasped as the core of her womanhood began to throb with need. What the hell, Yrah?!

she whispered. I added a second finger and began to move them in a slow, steady rhythm, curling slightly to find the spot that made her hips jerk. My thumb stayed on her clit, rubbing in small circles. Elena’s hands braced on my shoulders. She rode my fingers with increasing urgency, her breasts moving with each shallow thrust of her hips. Soft wet sounds filled the quiet room. I leaned forward and took one nipple back into my mouth, sucking harder now, matching the pace of my hand.

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Sweat dripped from the woman; hot beads, the product of her efforts, fell on his torso. He could smell the sweet scent of her. A delicious fragrance that meshed well with her perfume. It was part of what Terrence liked about her. It made his dick hard and his mouth water. She rode him hard, tits bouncing in time with the motion. He could hear her flesh slapping into his. In a fog of passion he grabbed her roughly, flipping their position so she was underneath. With lustful eyes he lapped up the sight of her flesh as it glistened, an erotic vision under the red glow of the tinted lamp.

Jane whispered, her voice breathless, tinged with longing. Eric leaned closer, so that she could feel the warmth of his body behind her. “I want you to focus,” he murmured. “Focus on my voice, on my hands, on how I make you feel.” Her body responded immediately, arching slightly as if seeking him out. She closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the sensations, into the anticipation that pulsed through her,her pussy has started becoming wet yearning for Eric's big hammer to fuck her die . “You feel that, don’t you?” he asked, his hand now pressing slightly against the inside of her thigh.

“Oh, God! Don’t stop, please.” Chloe’s hand slid down her stomach before she could talk herself out of it. Her pajama shorts were already damp at the crotch. She pressed two fingers over the fabric and felt how swollen her clit had become. It was hot, throbbing, almost sore from how long she had been listening. Every time Damien drove into Mia, the headboard knocked the wall once. Chloe matched the rhythm, rubbing slow circles through the cotton. Her breathing turned shallow, and the room smelled faintly of her own arousal. She bit her lower lip hard enough to taste blood.

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The thrill was insane… two women in a forbidden room, fully clothed but already fucking with our eyes. We drifted to the large reading table in the corner, hidden by tall shelves, the air thick with old books and raw lust. I set the manuscript down, but my eyes were glued to the way her ass filled that skirt as she leaned over the table to examine the text. Her hair fell forward, brushing my cheek like silk, and I tilted my head, letting it drag across my jaw, inhaling the scent of her shampoo mixed with the growing wetness between her legs. Her eyes flicked up, dark and glittering. “Do you always get distracted by people instead of the books… Alice?”

This was normal life now. Later that afternoon, I lay on a wide silk cushion under a flowering tree, reading one of the community’s ancient erotic scrolls. The illustrations were filthy and beautiful — women tangled in endless pleasure. My fingers idly stroked my own clit as I read, lost in the words. A woman with golden hair and a thick strap-on appeared beside me. She didn’t speak. She simply spread my legs, positioned the fat head of her cock at my entrance, and pushed inside me in one smooth thrust.