Erotic Stories Written By Women Novels & Stories

My mouth parted breathlessly as images of Cyrus licking the area around my under boobs to my armpit stroked my mind. Perhaps Liam would take me from behind next time the Alphas would see me. He would slowly cupped my boobs while he stroked in and out of me. What about Ethan? I loved the way he forcefully plunged my mouth with his hungry lips. But above all, Liam had made me feel more like a woman. "She's in here." The voice was almost faint. I snapped my eyes open, jerking my head to the window. Nothing. Maybe my mind was beginning to project voices in my head. I clamped my eyes shut hoping to resume the salivating thoughts of dicks drumming into me.

Our wetness mixed, making every movement slippery and sexy. She leaned forward, capturing one of my nipples in her mouth and sucking hard while her hips kept moving. Belle's fingers traced my jaw, then slid down to pinch my other nipple, twisting just enough to make me gasp into her mouth. Tasha picked up the pace, grinding against me faster, her clit rubbing mine with every roll of her hips. She reached down and spread my pussy lips wider with her fingers so our clits could grind directly together, the friction of our clits made the heat coil low in my belly.

Definitely not trying to seduce just the steam sticking to the mirror, the accidental press of bodies in the tight space, the forbidden pull of best friend's brother coming into my house. His eyes went down to my lips, which were open in a gasp, and then down to the very quick breathing of my chest, the nipples of my breasts through the fabric being stretched. "Lila..." His voice roughened, free hand twitching at his side, fighting the pull. Mine mirrored, rising to his chest to push? Or steady? The touch lingered, feeling his heart thunder under my palm. The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam.

This is a lesbian erotica story, enjoy! “Bang!” I jump, looking behind me. My best friend, Joanna, eyes me as I stare at myself in the mirror, flipping her hair over her face. She smiles, “You do realise it’s my wedding night, right?” I turn swiftly, my hand resting on my hips as I glare at her. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” She laughs, quenching my anger instantly. “Meaning why don’t you come help me with my hair instead of primping yourself for Jimmy.”

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.

In the next series, it will be an explosive and infuriatingly hardcore Gay short erotica stories compilation where filthy boys and dangerously hungry men chasing the very thing they shouldn’t crave. They just want to be ruined, reshaped and overly pleased because their bodies bleed and burn with an obsession that runs deeper for any cure, except one. High voltage desires to have their tight cracks shed apart, rimmed with sizes they never imagined exist and their girths straining, covered with slick. You’ll be left glancing through the pages in the most hidden corner of the world where no one would see you squirming. If you will be reading with a partner, fair warning: you’ll either test thei

"Because all women are beautiful in their own way and unique. Not to mention variety is enjoyable. The women see each other every day but can still have their head turned by another beautiful woman. Seeing a different one is arousing. One can imagine themselves making love to that woman." "Do you imagine having sex with other naked women?" Anthony asked us, the women of the group. "I always imagine myself with women," Rhonda said. "I never imagine myself with men, and yes, I love to look at different women, although women generally, are not as visually oriented as men. We enjoy porn less and erotic literature more, allowing our imaginations do the heavy lifting."

Let him see. Marcus’s jaw tightened. His hands gripped the arms of his chair like he was fighting gravity. They kept talking. About her copywriting years — writing other people’s words until she forgot her own. About how he’d drifted into papers and lectures instead of stories. The words got heavier. More honest. Every truth pulled something tighter in her chest. Her calf was still pressed against his leg. Neither of them had moved it. The heat from his body seeped through his pants and made her ache.

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.

Proceed only if you consent to dark, unrestrained erotic fiction ---- My name is Vespera Eric, and I have spent every one of my twenty-one years knowing exactly how this night would end. I wasn’t supposed to be an omega. Or at least, that’s what the elders whispered when I presented as one last spring. My scent was said to be as sweet as night- blooming jasmine and warm honey. It was the kind that made every unmated alpha stop in their tracks and every other omega despite me Before that I was just Vespera, the quiet beta girl who helped her mother tend the herb gardens. Basically I was a nobody before last spring. However I was untouched. Completely. No boy had ever kissed me. No fingers but