Romans & histoires Erotica By Women

Everyone was cheering them and Dylan’s legs started physically shaking. Lucy was making it very sloppy and nasty, saliva all over and it was making me so horny, man I wish that was me. I wish I had a dick. Ashley was already shamelessly touching my nipples and pleasing herself. “She’s so good”, she whispered to Freddy who was just watching the show and drinking his wine. Then she pulled out almost immediately and Dylan held his dick in his hands and cummed in it, shaking vigorously. We all started clapping for her. And cheering.

The woman on the stage moved with effortless grace, every swing of her hip and every movement of her waist causing a stir. She grabbed the pole with her eyes latched onto the crowd of lustful men, her tongue gliding across her cherry red lips on purpose. When she leaped onto the pole, curling her legs around it, with her bare breasts exposed and nipples erect, the crowd cheered, most of them shifting their hands to the growth in their pants. Her breasts were huge, so big that dragging them around had become a problem. A man needed his two hands to cup them, they were her money makers, them and her pretty, pink pussy that she only allowed special guests to see.

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

His gruff voice, low and sensual was causing a mess in her whole body and soul. Her body shivers from the roughness of his voice and the chuckle that escapes his lips made Rosa bit her lip. She may be a virgin but she understands that orgasm don’t necessarily mean it can be achieved through physical sex. According to her erotic books, it can be done in many ways IF she finds it with the right people or with the right method. This stranger definitely hits the marks for all of it. “Of course you can’t. You’ll give me a heart attack, sir. That reminds me, I never actually know your name. I am Rosaliyah. Rosaliyah Thomas. But you can call me Rosa. And you are?”

“I see that, The other woman's features reminded me so much of Seraphina, it was making my dick harden. As if smelling my arousal, Lyla looked at me with a smirk. “What do you say? Can we all play?” Her voice dripped sex and I certainly was not one to turn down an opportunity to have two women at once.

I offer. “Oh, you won’t regret it!” Erica squeals as she bounces off to where the accessories are. I guess Erica has changed. A lot has changed it seems. The life I thought I was going to live is totally different. I’m not talking about nursing career stuff. I’m talking about the fact that two men will own me, and I hate that I love the idea of it. Last night in the club was so erotic and I want more. I want every damn sinful thing those devils are going to do to me. Those to Italian stallions better be ready for this stubborn Italian mare that will not make their taming task easy.

I could only sob and nod, too overwhelmed to speak. The catsuit woman produced a small bullet vibrator. She pressed it directly against my clit while the red bra woman continued devouring my holes. My eyes rolled to the back of my head I was right there right on the edge when Lila’s voice echoed “Do not cum slut. If you come without permission I’ll let every woman in this club line up and whip your cunt raw.” I cried in frustration as the vibrator was pulled away at the last second, leaving my pussy empty The strap-on woman rubbed the fat head of her dildo up and down my slit, teasing my entrance but never pushing inside.

she said, her voice a sultry purr. "Would you mind if I use this?" Before he could respond, Bianca positioned the instrument at her pinkish swollen pussy, her eyes never leaving his as she slowly pushed it inside. She whimpered, her body rocking with the sensation, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm as she began to fuck herself with the instrument. Dr. Kendrick's eyes widened, and Bianca could see the bulge in his pants growing, his dick straining against the fabric of his scrubs.

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

She settled on her clit and circled with patient precision and pushed two fingers inside her and curled them forward and Priya stopped trying to stay upright and just held onto the counter and let it happen. The kitchen was warm. The peace lily was on the windowsill. Outside the jasmine smell was still coming over the garden wall. Dara worked her clit and her fingers together, building steadily, not rushing. Priya felt the orgasm building low and deep and inevitable. “Dara…” Tight. “Please…” Dara pressed her tongue flat and firm and curled her fingers and Priya came, hard and shuddering, clenching around her fingers, her knees genuinely unreliable. Dara worked her through every pulse until s