Erotic Stories Written By Women 소설 & 이야기

The group chat had been buzzing for weeks: six authors, all women in their late twenties to early thirties, finally coordinating an in-person meetup after years of online collaboration. They’d been workshopping an anthology of interconnected erotica stories—steamy, character-driven pieces that blurred lines between desire, power, and vulnerability. Zainab had been the quietest in the group, always thoughtful with her feedback, never flashy, but when the venue discussion stalled (hotels too expensive, coffee shops too public), she typed the offer without overthinking it.

She's not a pervert. "But damn, it felt good against my lips. How would it feel in my mouth or in my..." "Stop it, Jade!!!" She yelled at herself, but her subconscious mind kept speaking. "He's huge, like demonically huge..." "The pink cap..." "The white skin..." "The balls..." "The veins..." "Fuck..." Jade groaned into her pillow again. She wasn't a slut, but...why was she getting wet at just the feel on her lips and her own thoughts? Why was...

"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."

Derick, who had no idea what I have just done. I touched my lips, then my neck, then lower—just once, through my skirt—and felt her breath catch. I grabbed my bag, got out of the car, and walked toward the apartment. I walked into the apartment still feeling Mr. Grant’s cum leak out of me with every step. Derick was on the couch in a t-shirt and sweatpants, scrolling on his phone. He looked up and smiled. “Hey, baby. Long day?” “Yeah.” I went straight to the shower, but I didn’t wash between my legs. I left his cum inside me on purpose. When I came out in just a towel, Derick was already hard. He pulled me onto the bed and kissed me like he always did—soft, familiar, safe.

I don’t think Carrie realized she heard, and with my head between them, she may not have seen the grin. Just knowing that it would make her squirm, I moved my hand up and cupped Carrie’s bust while looking over her shoulder to see what they were reading. It turned out to be some pen and ink drawings of women in erotic poses. Some were nature scenes, others were of two or three people in various states of undress and in the midst of various sex acts. The one on the right page was a woman licking up the base of an erect cock of some unseen man. The woman in the picture was looking up at her man with a gaze of pure lust.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

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They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

He set the glass down and crossed to me, stopping just close enough that I could smell his cologne dark, expensive, dangerously familiar. “Notebook?” he asked. I lifted the leather-bound book like a shield. My handwriting inside had grown filthier with every page he made me add. He took it from my hands, flipped it open to the newest entry, and read my words aloud in that low, commanding voice. “‘I vow to spread you open and taste how desperate you are for a man you shouldn’t want.’” My breath caught. I’d written it at 3 a.m. last night, fingers trembling, shame and arousal warring until I gave in and put it on paper.

She exclaimed coaxing his cock and then spreading her legs wider to engulf it. “Oh!” She cried as she felt how deep he went into her. Her head fell back as she got used to him inside her, but as she started to move, both groaned with ecstasy. He pinched her nipples and felt her tighten around him. She opened her eyes with surprise. “Again,” she said. He did it again. The walls that were warmly wrapped around his shaft squeezed him again. “Again,” she ordered. Delighted, he did. Whatever she asked. Again, and again. More, and more. End of Book 1