Erotic Stories Written By Women の小説・ストーリー

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.

I lost count of how many times I came. They flipped me onto all fours. Victoria pulled the plug out only to replace it with her strap-on, sliding into my ass in one slow, slick thrust while Elena lay beneath me, licking my clit and fucking herself with the double-ended dildo. The sounds were obscene… wet squelching, skin slapping, three women moaning and begging in one filthy rhythm. Finally, when we were trembling and covered in sweat and lube, Victoria pulled out slowly, the strap-on glistening. She kissed me softly, then Elena, and whispered against our lips…

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.

His eyes widened—taking in the scene: two naked women tangled on the conference table, thighs slick with cum and squirt, breasts heaving, hair wrecked, the air thick with the smell of pussy and sweat. Sofia lifted her head first. A slow, predatory smile spread across her face. “Evan,” she purred. “You’re early.” Lena propped up on one elbow, legs still spread, cum glistening on her inner thighs. “Close the door.” Evan’s throat worked. He stepped inside—door clicking shut behind him—eyes never leaving their bodies. “You two…” His voice was rough. “This is…” “Hot?” Lena finished, spreading her legs wider so he could see the creamy mess between them. “Come here.”

“We forgot we have a virgin saint among us.” I stepped back, voice steady despite my racing pulse. “Have you all forgotten that relationships between werewolves and humans are forbidden?” “Pipe down,” someone laughed. “Times have changed. We can sleep with them — just don’t get pregnant. That’s the only real trouble.” The conversation spiraled. “I heard he’s incredible in bed…” “I bet he has a huge cock…” “You can hear the proof if you walk past his chambers at night.” Their giggles filled the corridor. I shook my head and grabbed my basket, hurrying away before I had to listen to any more.

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

She fucked herself hard while her other hand pinched and twisted her aching nipples, her brain replaying the feel of marcus strong hands on her breasts from the slip earlier, his powerful body pressing against her. His image in her mind pushed her over the edge. She came hard, biting her lip to stay quiet, her body shaking with the first real orgasm she’d had in years. The guilt hit immediately afterward, but the pleasure lingered, leaving her breathless and shocked at how vivid the fantasy had been. The fire instead of being quenched, was highly ignited…Tamara wanted more…..wanted those strong hands to grip her boobs tightly……she wanted him to dominate her. The principal's wife slutty Era j

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:

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

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?