Erotica By Women Novels & Stories

Emma lay beside us on the desk, watching with wide eyes and rubbing her clit. "Tell me how much you love your dad's cock," I growled, spanking Lila again. "I love it!" Lila cried out. "Your thick cock feels so good in my pussy. Don't stop, please!" I kept thrusting, switching my gaze between both girls. Emma reached over and pinched Lila's nipple, earning a sharp moan. My balls tightened as I fucked Lila deeper, the wet sounds of her pussy filling the room. "More," I said, pulling Lila's hair. "Both of you are mine tonight."

“Too often, society expects women to suppress their desires, to only express them for a man’s benefit. But it’s completely normal—and natural, might I add—to explore and understand oneself.” I felt my cheeks warm again. “I suppose you’re right,” I mumbled, although now I just felt even more awkward thanks to that little lecture. “If reading erotica brings you pleasure or helps you relax, then who am I to judge?” He glanced at me briefly, a sincere expression on his face. “And honestly, it’s better than some alternatives, like pornography. At least it’s fictional and doesn’t harm real people. And it’s imaginative.” Despite myself, a small smile crept onto my lips. “That’s… very progressive of

Her walls fluttered around me. “Curve them upward,” she instructed, her voice husky. “Feel that slightly rough spot? That’s my G-spot. Stroke it… rub it while your thumb circles my clit.” I did as she said, pumping my fingers slowly, curling them, rubbing that spot while my thumb worked her clit. Elara’s head fell back, a deep moan escaping her. “Faster now… but not too hard. Yes—fuck, just like that, Ethan.” She started rolling her hips, riding my fingers, her heavy breasts bouncing with every movement. Her pussy made wet, obscene sounds as she fucked herself on my hand, grinding against my palm.

This was normal life now. Later that afternoon, I lay on a wide silk cushion under a flowering tree, reading one of the community’s ancient erotic scrolls. The illustrations were filthy and beautiful — women tangled in endless pleasure. My fingers idly stroked my own clit as I read, lost in the words. A woman with golden hair and a thick strap-on appeared beside me. She didn’t speak. She simply spread my legs, positioned the fat head of her cock at my entrance, and pushed inside me in one smooth thrust.

I growled. “You do, Eric,” she moaned loudly. “You… you have the upper hand.” “I’m so obsessed with you,” I said between hard thrusts. “I get angry when any man looks at you. Are you going to let another man touch your body?” “No,” she cried out. “My lips, my breasts, my pussy… they are all yours, Eric. My husband.” “Say it again,” I demanded, fucking her even harder. “My lips, my breasts, my pussy are all yours, Eric!”

The thrill of their collective dominance, the taboo of this sacred orgy, pulsed through me, my clit throbbing despite the exhaustion, a testament to the insatiable desire they’d awakened. The raven-haired leader rose, her crimson robe slipping to the floor, revealing her naked form, her breasts full and nipples hard. “The caress begins,” she announced, her voice a sultry command, guiding me to a larger velvet-draped platform in the center of the room. The silver-haired woman followed, her sheer gown discarded, her slender body glistening with oil, a mischievous glint in her eye as she carried a tray of toys—vibrators, dildos, and a double-ended strap-on. The brunette, her curls wild, shed he

There are garters attached that clip to sheer stockings. I look at myself in the mirror and barely recognize the woman staring back. Confident. Sexy. Powerful. Damon’s mate. His Luna. His wife-to-be. I open the bathroom door and step out. Damon’s sitting on the edge of the bed, and the second he sees me his eyes go molten gold. “Fuck,” he breathes. “Maya. You look…” He can’t seem to finish the sentence. I walk toward him slowly, swaying my hips, feeling powerful under his hungry gaze.

Ryder breathed, his pace unraveling, his thrusts tightening into something faster, more erratic. Ruth-Ann was coming apart, her middle finger working her clit with frantic precision. She was panting, her head tipping back against the wall, her chest rising and falling as she watched the man she'd craved all day take her mother apart piece by piece. She was a sinner. She was a voyeur. She was a whore. And she didn't care. Inside the room, Ryder's head lifted sharply.

I flicked my pussy, harder than I had ever done before in my life, while imagining it was Kendrick with that fat cock of his, pumping into me hard. I have also imagined Kieran fucking my mouth with his big dick and Killian, spanking my butt cheeks hard as I laid over his laps. It was one of my wishes, especially this Christmas that one of them would approach me for a sex deal, if not all. I am Samantha, a lady in her early twenties and also a really horny girl who desires to be punished by men with huge rods. In short, I am a big cock Lover. I once dated a guy with a tiny dick and regretted it for the rest of my life, because that dude wasn't even good in bed.

She picked up the vibrator, turned it on high, and pressed it directly against my clit without mercy. Monica straddled my face once more, lowering her pussy to my mouth. "Make me come," she ordered. I licked and sucked desperately, my own pleasure building under the relentless vibrator. Tasha pushed three fingers back inside me, fucking hard and fast. The plug twisted with every thrust. My moans vibrated against Monica's clit.