Erotic Short Story For Women นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Each time they filled me together, a wave of unwanted pleasure crashed through me, building higher and higher. Viktor reached beneath me, finding my swollen clit with practiced fingers. He rubbed tight, firm circles as he fucked me harder. “Come for us,” he commanded, his German accent cutting through the haze. “Show your husband how much you love being our toy tonight.” Russell chuckled darkly. “She will. She always does eventually. My beautiful wife can’t help but cream all over the cocks that use her.” The words pushed me closer to the edge. Elias’s pace grew erratic, his cock swelling inside my ass as he chased his own release. Viktor’s fingers never stopped their relentless teasing on m

Not happening. I gave up instantly. If I was destined to die here, I might as well go out fulfilling my greatest wish— to turn this bleak world into one giant pleasure heaven. Doesn’t matter if it’s hot or cold—I’ll make it steamy. And honestly, even with his face hidden behind that swirling black mist, the boss’s broad shoulders, narrow waist, and deep, magnetic voice were dead giveaways. The guy was built. Lust makes cowards bold. So without thinking, I said, “I’ll take shortness of breath, trembling legs, glazed eyes, and… pleasure so intense I die from it.”

She gasped, "wow, they're so pretty" I wouldn't know if I agreed, but I dealt with a lot of genres too, mostly things I had faced in the past. Trauma, sexuality and the darkness of the night. She went to one that I considered my masterpiece and stroked her finger around it, "woman with woman?" she asked without facing me. "Oh, I just thought it would be nice to have something that wasn't a man with a woman," "So you do erotic paintings too?" I wouldn't really say the painting was erotic, but the ladies were in deed half naked with their boobs out, and they had their lips locked in a passionate kiss.

She couldn’t fault her greedy hormones for wanting both men either. Eros was the sensitive, sweet guy every woman wanted in their lives. Then there was Brecc. Good lord, Brecc. He was the bad boy that pissed a woman off and fucked her so good she’d burn his clothes if he left her. Yeah. He was one of those mind-fucks that a woman couldn’t fight.

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 latches onto one nipple, sucking hard while Rosa finally puts her mouth on my clit. The sensation is too much. Four women touching me at once. Bullying me. Using me. My second orgasm builds ridiculously fast. Elena fucks me harder with her fingers, wet sounds barely covered by the movie. Rosa sucks my clit in rhythm, Lucia and Maria playing with my tits, pinching and slapping them lightly. “Come on, slut,” Elena growls in my ear. “Come all over Sister Rosa’s face while the movie plays. Show us how badly you need this.”

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Eron only broke away to continue kissing her neck, focusing on a spot above her collarbone and getting hard when she moaned from the pleasure. "Eron, please." Frema begged and he thought he knew what she was begging for until she placed her hand on his dick, squeezing not-so-gently. "I want to suck your dick, papi." She begged, her eyes in small slits. Eron concluded that she was the sexiest sight he had ever laid his eyes on, at that moment. She did not wait for his response before releasing his dick from the clapse of his shorts. Her warm mouth was on it in seconds and Eron closed the pillows against his ears in sheer appreciation of how magical this woman's blowjobs were.

" She laughs, low, and leads me inside, her hips swaying just enough to catch my eye. I clench my fists, forcing myself to look at the city skyline twinkling outside the windows. We sit, the table a fragile barrier between us, plates of asparagus and roasted lamb steaming in the candlelight. The wine is robust, a deep red that stains her lips when she drinks. "So, AURORA PRESS," she says, leaning forward, her blouse dipping to show a hint of cleavage. "Erotica and literary fiction. Brave choice, Victor." Her tone is inquiring, but her eyes have a spark, a challenge. I nod, my throat tight. "I think I'm done with just Philosophy and lecture halls. I should start aiming to print erotic stories

Her lips drooled in rhythm with her incensed breathing. “Oooohhhhh you know I do, darling. Please quit teasing me; I want your cock. Gimme your fucking cock!” Thaddeus rubbed his prick against her wet velvet opening, pressing it against her clit’s metal studs. Erica gave a shrill cry and again lifted her hips but Thad was still mentally punishing her with evasion. “Thad, for fuck’s sake, quit teasing me,” she cried shamelessly. “If you really want this dick then answer my question. Tell me what goes on in your club.”