Erotic Short Stories For Women Novels & Stories

Thumbs brushed my nipples too soft. His eyes finally came up to meet mine, and there was nothing boyish in them anymore. “God help me. Yes.” I leaned in close enough that he could feel my breath against his jaw, close enough that one more inch would end whatever was left of the line between us. “Then stop wiping floors,” I whispered, “and come find out what I taught myself to do in the dark, thinking about you.” I grabbed his wrists. “Not like that. Like you mean it.”

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The thought made her pulse quicken, like she was holding a secret that wasn’t meant to be found. She hesitated only a moment before sitting cross-legged on the floor and flipping the cover open. Inside, in messy handwriting, was a title scrawled across the first page: “Collected Stories — From Women, For Women.” Chloe blinked. The handwriting was feminine, rushed, and almost secretive. She turned the page and read the introduction, scrawled in looping letters:

“You want me to...” He nodded. “Suck your nipple. Suck it as if I were there.” I lifted one breast, bending down slightly, and allowing my tongue to circle my nipple. Within seconds, it was hard against my tongue. I sucked, flicking my tongue across both my nipples and around my areolas. An electric sensation coursed through my body as I slipped my hand between my thighs, stroking my already-sensitive clit. “Tell me what you’re doing,” he asked between ragged breaths as he stroked his dick, now visible, its head shiny and coated with a generous amount of precum. “Tell me.”

said Eva as she dropped her head back and justted her chest forward. Both men felt their cocks grow in their pants. The women looked so erotic that they seemed right out of a high budget lesdon porn movie. Eva with her well toned and feminine body sucking on Aura’s majestic chest was the single most arousing thing they had both seen. The women looked magnificent. The physical perfection of their bodies, their attire and the roles they had taken and the absolute shamelessness of the moment, all worked together to create an environment in which their eager cocks grew.

“A young woman like you — twenty-five, beautiful, full of life — shouldn’t have to go to bed unsatisfied every night.” My breath caught. The words were direct, but spoken so calmly they sent heat rushing between my legs. I pressed my thighs together, suddenly very aware of how thin my shorts were. “I… I don’t know what you mean,” I whispered. He set the glass down and leaned forward slightly. “I mean a woman like you deserves to be touched properly. To be kissed slowly. To be fucked until she can’t walk straight the next morning.” His voice dropped lower. “Not left aching and frustrated because her husband is too tired.”

The free swing of her breasts added extra zest to her state of excitement— especially when Dina took a moment to play with them, making her nipples spark with want. Lorraine lay down with her knees up, her feet planted on the vinyl cushion, and her clitty on fire. A heartbeat later, Dr. Melling’s erogenous ass hovered above her face. She clasped the divine, sensitive cheeks, and pulled Dina into a sitting position. She felt the sizzle between her own legs as she began to lick the sweet furrow— Dina’s perfectly poised slit. Her ears went erect when she heard a sigh as crisp as the abandoned notebook: the

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Each stroke longer than the last but taking care not to go too far and pop out. It was heaven! Utterly erotic, utterly naughty and, at the same time, the most intimate of acts and with the lady that I loved. I got into a rhythm, coming out four or five inches and sliding back in until my pelvis slapped into her buttocks. I didn't need to go very fast; the sensations were already exquisite and I wanted this to last a bit longer.

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.