Erotic Stories By Women Novels & Stories

The fact that she had a pretty face and great body, combined with her inexperience and shyness, got Josephine even hornier. There was something wild, irresistible and purely sexy about that girl. Josephine wanted that soft skin to rub against hers. She couldn't wait to rub her pussy against April's pussy. Oh fuck. The erotic thoughts of her and April in a scissors position, rubbing and pressing their pussies against each other, made the volume her moans and groans increase. She increased the movement of her fingers, brutal thrusting and ramming her fingers into her pussy over and over again, her thumb coming in contact with her sensitive clit with every powerful thrust.

He thrust into her one more time, and she came again, screaming out his name. Her thighs shook, and her head fell forward onto his shoulder from the climax. She had never had so many orgasms in a row like that. Martin must have known she was touch-starved and the seduction tactic would work on her. But she didn't care. Who wouldn't want such an experience from the person they loved the most? "I can't take this anymore," she whimpered in his ear, completely out of breath.

“Tell me how lunch felt. With her sitting right there.” Shame twisted in my chest, sharp and sweet. “Humiliating,” I whispered. “I could barely speak. Every time you touched me I thought she’d notice.” “But you stayed wet the whole time.” It wasn’t a question. His fingers dipped lower, parting my folds and finding the evidence. He circled my clit slowly, teasing. “You came so close at the table, didn’t you? Clenching around nothing while Victoria talked about her perfect day.” I nodded, breath hitching as he slid one thick finger inside me.

I looked up and watched him go crazy ,moaning as I swirled my tongue around him . He was watching , his eyes fixed on me pleasuring him. I bobbed my head up and down, stretching my lips around his shaft. He reached down, his fingers finding my wetness, stroking me gently and I ............ _______________________________ It was that crazy time of the month when a woman's hormones are all over the place , ovulation. I was constantly horny and to make matters worse ,my husband had been away because of work .

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

As a result, I was spending more and more time online reading erotic stories and looking at various websites. The sites I like most feature amateur and voyeur photos. There's just something about "the girl next door" that really gets me going. I'd much rather look at a real woman than some airbrushed, so-called "ideal." The idea that regular women are generous enough to take their clothes off so I can admire their beautiful bodies is an incredible turn-on for me. Unfortunately, Linda, my wife, doesn't always share my enthusiasm for surfing the web for p**n. Consequently, I have to sneak my viewing.

Critics circled like elegant vultures, murmuring approval at the technical mastery while their eyes betrayed the real reason they had come: to drink in the nakedness blown up to life-size, to pretend they were above it. Elena Voss moved among them in a backless black dress that clung to her like a second skin, the slit climbing high enough to promise scandal with every step. At thirty-eight, she had curated shows that made careers and broken others. Tonight was hers. Victor Kane was the most notorious erotic photographer alive, and she had lured him to her gallery with a single phone call and the kind of smile that made men sign away their souls.

I’d spent the majority of my sexual maturity fantasizing over other women – when I first discovered how to bring myself to orgasm at a young age, it was from reading erotic stories about heaving breasts, hard nipples and streaming cunts. All my sexual experiences up till now had been with men, and they were great – I love men and don’t think that anything could replace the feeling of being fucked hard by a man with a big hard erection for you. Just because I wanted to experience a woman didn’t mean I was a lesbian. Maybe it just means I’m a horny slut?

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.”