Erotica Books For Women Novels & Stories

He continued, voice dropping lower. “An erotic novel. Quite explicit. The heroine was bent over her boss’s desk, skirt around her waist, getting fucked hard while he called her a dirty little slut.” My cheeks burned bright red. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I had been reading during my short break, thinking no one would return. I opened my mouth to apologize, but no words came out. Adrian stood up slowly and walked around the desk like a predator. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form.

I felt her arch just a fraction into my touch, her perfume wrapping around me… something expensive and filthy, like jasmine and pure sex. We reached the rare books room, the air thick with the smell of aged paper, polished wood, and now… the faint, sweet musk of two women who were already wet for each other. I pulled the volume from its shelf, handling it carefully, and handed it to her. Our fingers brushed… and stayed. The spark was instant, electric, shooting down my spine and making my cunt throb so hard I had to bite my lip.

The sweet, musky scent of her recent orgasm hung heavy in the air, mixing with the faint trace of her jasmine perfume. My cock throbbed painfully against the confines of my trousers, rock hard and leaking, demanding to be buried inside the woman who had just come so perfectly on my fingers. I wanted nothing more than to bend her over this desk right now and fuck her until she forgot Karyk’s name existed, but I kept the expression on my face perfectly calm and controlled, almost most bored even. No one, especially not this worthless excuse of a man, would ever see how deeply Delilah Moonbane affected me.

Her feet were crossed behind her, moving from side to side as the rest of her body moved to whatever tune was playing in her mind. I found myself constantly distracted by her movements. The emails were going unanswered while she was reading one of those sex books she’d found in one of the rooms. One of my wolves enjoyed some kinky books, which I didn’t have a problem with Emma reading. Anything that got my woman hot and horny was only a benefit to me.

CONTENT: Vaginal sex, oral sex, Modern fantasy, hand job, squirting. CHAPTER 1 I met my witch friend in her driveway. She was wearing a floral maxi skirt with a frail white shawl wrapped around her. She looked like the perfect image of a witch as she carried a small basket with tiny glass bottles out of her house. She grabbed three bottles from the basket. “Here’s the three servings you asked for. Each serving lasts about an hour, but don’t give your man more than one a day. And yes, you can drink with it.”

Her fingers, skilled and careful, had traced the spines of volumes on law, history, and war before they closed around a simple, unmarked book of vellum. It was not a history. It was a collection of letters, intimate and raw, written by Alphas to their mates across generations. The words were so visceral, so full of longing and possession, that she found herself whispering them aloud, her voice a soft murmur in the quiet room. “I would have you on your knees before me, not in supplication, but in celebration. I would teach your mouth the shape of my name until you forget all others…” A floorboard creaked behind her

“What’d you have in mind? More poker games?” An image of her sprawled in his lap flashed in his mind. Of full breasts pressed against his chest. Of squirming, soft, female flesh all over him, ready to burn up in his arms. As if on cue, he looked up and read the title of the book right beside her in full presentation. How to Give a Woman Multiple Orgasms. Shit. “Alex?” He shook his head and tried to clear the fog. Was she multi-orgasmic?

"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."

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my eyes stung with tears, my chest tightening painfully as I turned and walked back into my room, locking my door behind me. I threw myself lazily on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, many thoughts lingering on my mind. What if he really fucked her? 'Don't think about it, Scarlett. Just get yourself distracted'. Getting myself distracted? Well, that was what I did as I headed to the closet where I picked one out of the erotica books collection that I kept there. I'm a huge fan of erotica books, and I've been purchasing them like crazy for the past five years. I went to lock the door before stripping out of my nightie, leaving me stark naked. I headed back to the bed before opening to the s