Erotica For Females Mga Nobela at Kwento

Luna Iris’ POV I stared at the four girls from head to toe and bit my lower lips very hard, smacking my tongue on the roof of my mouth and salivating on how beautiful and incredibly sexy that they were. They wore different styles and colours of lingerie, that were either exposing their nipples or their properly shaved pussy fronts. I took my time to move from the first lady wolf to the last one, sniffing their scent and immersing in their femininity. This was my first time having sex with another female gender, especially a Luna and even though I was excited, I was also scared.

Without thinking twice, I untack the locks and open the briefcase type kit carefully. My eyes grow saucers as I see the contents of what she fondly calls her toolkit. Inside are sex toys used by women for maximum pleasure— dildos of differing sizes, vibrators, body clamps, floggers and other familiar tools I can’t name. Before I can speak another word, I feel her hands around my body, massaging me over the shirt I wear while she stands behind me. I gasp as her fingers tingle my erogenous spots, with her lips rubbing my neck as she speaks.

I finger-fucked her pussy and ass like this for a bit and finished her off with a short rim job that seemed to tickle her a bit, she moaned deeply from her round belly. Going to work on her clit with my full attention, I gave her my “patented” hard and soft tongue treatment that seems to be popular with all women, alternating between big, sloppy tongues across the labia and doing the “ABCs” with a rigid tongue on the face of the clit, Eva seemed to buck with a continuous wave of orgasms, her screams muffled by the washrag in her mouth. She finally grabbed me by the hair and growled, “Stop! I need a break for a minute.”

she had no strength in her arms. "This delicate spot is the area that controls a woman's soul. It's a major erogenous zone," Kelly said as she moved her thumbs in tiny circles. "Men don't know it exists, and neither do most women." The tingling in Stephanie's hands grew stronger as the electric current continued to flow directly to her pussy. It almost felt like the young woman was massaging her now swollen sex lips. She had never felt anything like it. Stephanie squeezed her legs together. She felt her wet lips trapped between her thighs. She tried to control her breathing as uncontrollable excited pulses radiated her desperate need throughout her body.

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.

This was sexual overtime, when I had the chance to make Eric come again as he watched me toy with Babyface, and when I raced against the clock to reach another orgasm before I made Babyface come. I get up on the bed and slowly crawl towards him. I lick my upper lip as I prepare to play with him, giving Eric time to recharge for the final release. Straddling Babyface, I position myself just in front of his swollen cock with my pussy just out of his eager lips’ reach, then I slowly slide my right hand down to my skirt and reach under it. “You want your cock inside me, don’t you?” I say as I stroke my wet pussy and fondle my left breast, rubbing them both counterclockwise. “You want to squeeze

"Alone at Last" TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. " Xavier's POV " For months she had been my obsession.

“Touch yourself. Right here. Right now. Let them watch.” The comments urged her on. “Please, baby.” “Touch that pretty pussy.” “Do it for us.” Maya’s entire body trembled. Slowly, shakily, she pressed the buzzing toy against herself. Her moan ripped through the room. The chat went feral. “YESSSSS.” “Fuck, she’s gorgeous.” “Make her scream!” Zoe kissed her hard, swallowing the sound. “That’s it,” she whispered against her lips. “Good girl. Give them what they came for.”

I check in with her often to make sure nothing is pinching or uncomfortable. I notice that her breathing has begun to quicken. There is an eroticism to Shibari that I adore. Women, more often than men, go into subspace as I'm casting. The scrape and pull of the ropes feels like a warm hug to many. Safe and secure, some women, if they are really in tune with their bodies, will actually orgasm without even being touched. That is always awkward when the Dom is nearby.