Erotica For Eomen Novels & Stories

For those final few seconds, I smother her face with my slick pûssy, my hips rocking uncontrollably even as the waves of my órgasm begin to subside. Then, my body collapses forward, exhaustion washing over me. I feel her crawl from beneath me, rising to face me. Her face is wet, her usual scent now overpowered by the raw, intoxicating scent of my release. “You’re so beautiful,” she murmurs softly. “How can I ever repay you for that?” I ask, gentle pants still escaping my lips. “Make love to me, Tori. Real girl-on-girl love-making—the way only another woman can.” “Like… pûssy grinding?” I ask uncertainly. I’ve never done anything like this before.

She points to the bag," there's one more thing" Curiosity overwhelms my self restraint, so I put my hands into the bag and fish out another package. It is wrapped in a rectangular box. I open it and facepalm " Jesus, Valerie" " There'll be times when you'll miss your husband's dick. You'll need that" "A vibrator, really?" " Yes, really. Is it too small? Can't compare to your husband's?" Carlotta blocks both ears with her palms “ I’d rather not hear about my brother’s sex life, thank you very much”

The feel of her young lover's torrential ejaculation splattering against the rippling walls of her rectum and flooding her narrow chute with an incessant barrage of warm sperm undid Emma completely, triggering an orgasm so intense and all-encompassing that she could barely find the strength to remain bent over on her knees while her legs shook and threatened to give out underneath her. "Awwh fuuuck... Ooohh my fucking god, yeeeeeeess!" Emma wailed as she rode out the biggest orgasmic wave in the sequence of back-to-back climaxes she had enjoyed through that passionate sodomy. Jolts of pleasure sizzled crazily back and forth between her well-rubbed clit and her convulsing, totally cock-cramme

This was a woman who was a master cocksucker and she loved it and the power it gave her over men. Eva released my rigid cock from her wet mouth with a gentle “pop” and slid her tiny frame back on the bed, spreading her legs wide and folding her knees, and looking at me pleadingly asked, “Will you lick my clit please?” I dove right in, dropping to my knees and plunging my face into her soaking wet muff, wondering why she seemed to be begging for this most basic of sex acts, something I know men would pay good money to do to such a glorious love hole. I plunged my tongue into her pussy and then licked all around it, plunging two fingers in as I gently sucked her clit. Eva came with a sharp yel

“Oh god… Doctor!” Jess laughed softly. “She’s soaking wet already. Her pussy is dripping down her thighs.” Freya added a second finger, thrusting slowly while twisting. “That’s it… open up for me. Such a dirty, needy girl.” Her fingers pumped faster, curling inside me. Jess reached underneath and rubbed my swollen clit in firm circles. I came hard within minutes, crying out as my juices gushed. The two women kissed hungrily above me, tongues sliding together, while they prepared the enema.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

Those strong gloved fingers stayed right there holding me spread wide while he examined the mess I was making. “I told you, it's a powerful fast acting sexual stimulant,” he said, voice lower now, rougher around the edges. “It’s Designed to spike arousal, sensitivity, and natural lubrication within minutes. Turns a woman’s body into a needy dripping mess so we can properly assess and treat the underlying issue. Your cunt is responding exactly the way it’s supposed to, Emma. Look how swollen your clit is already. How it’s pulsing. How your hole is clenching and leaking all over my gloves and the table.”

“Feel that? How much your body wants this?” The shorter woman’s fingers stroked through my wetness, slow and deliberate, coating themselves before circling my clit. “She’s dripping,” she said softly, almost to the other woman. Then she looked up at me, eyes dark with heat. “Does it feel good when I do this?” Her fingertip pressed just a little harder. I moaned again, louder this time, head tipping back against the wall as the steam and their mouths and their hands pulled every coherent thought straight out of me.

Two: some small, traitorous part of me hadn't stopped thinking about what he'd said since he said it or about the two seconds after I fell, when neither of us had moved. I sat back down at my laptop, stared at the same flat, lifeless paragraph for a long time, and then before I could talk myself out of it opened a new tab. My cursor sat blinking in the search bar for almost a full minute before I typed the question: does an erotic writer need experience before writing? I deleted it. Typed it again. This time I hit search.