Erotica Stories For Women Novels & Stories

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

He was stroking himself, his hand moving in a frantic, blurred motion, the friction of his palm against his sensitive head nearly driving him to an early release. "That’s it," she whispered, her voice husky. "Look at it. You’ve fucked ninety-nine girls, Carter. You’ve seen everything, right? But you’ve never seen me." She was getting louder, her movements more frantic, the friction of her fingers against her clit turning into a rhythmic, punishing pace. She was right on the edge, her back arching, her breasts swaying in the dim light. Carter’s breathing was ragged, his eyes rolling back in his head as he watched the wet, rhythmic slide of her fingers. He couldn't take it anymore. The restrai

She fucked herself hard while her other hand pinched and twisted her aching nipples, her brain replaying the feel of marcus strong hands on her breasts from the slip earlier, his powerful body pressing against her. His image in her mind pushed her over the edge. She came hard, biting her lip to stay quiet, her body shaking with the first real orgasm she’d had in years. The guilt hit immediately afterward, but the pleasure lingered, leaving her breathless and shocked at how vivid the fantasy had been. The fire instead of being quenched, was highly ignited…Tamara wanted more…..wanted those strong hands to grip her boobs tightly……she wanted him to dominate her. The principal's wife slutty Era j

I think the little boss lady wants me to do more than just caresses. Since she continues to not react, I must do more to satisfy what I need to do. I straighten up and lift her to place her on her desk, she gives a startled gasp. I prefer not to look at her eyes, I’d be far too afraid to continue. I raise her skirt and spread her thighs, still without looking, and she says nothing, so that’s what she wants! I tear her string off, and I caress the entrance of her string well. She’s quite wet. I take her head and devour her lips. She responds to my kiss. She caresses my shoulders, she lifts my shirt, her hands trace my hard torso. I insert two fingers into her clitoris, she spreads her thighs

“Now what are we to do with her?” “Anything, my dear Clara.” replied Narissa. “Anything at all. We can bring different men to fuck her everyday until her pussy shies away from cocks.” “Good idea.” “I know, right, Loretta?” “Or we could turn your into our very own Onlyfans star. Make money from videos and pictures we sell of you.” “N-no, please.” “What do you say, Renee?” Narissa asked the woman who had been sitting on the bed the whole while. “What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?”

I myself, by this time, was rock hard. I have a very active libido, and if I'm not in a relationship, I often have to look after myself at night. I hate pornography. I find it crude, unerotic, and frankly a turn-off, but I do love reading erotic stories, especially written by women. I think this has made me a better lover as I understand what many women love most.

Her voice is delicious, and the sound of it slides straight between my legs and it makes my clit throb with need. My body has never reacted to anyone like this before…. Well, except the cute barista. But my pussy…. That has never throbbed before even when I see the barista. But right now? It’s uncontrollable. “I’m Lira, a succubus, as you can see.” She laughs, the sound sultry and seductive. “And I can smell your need from here. That shy little pussy’s been aching for years, hasn’t it?” I try to speak, try to tell her that this is just a mistake, but the words die in my throat like always. My cheeks burn. My soaked panties cling to me.

"Any juicy stories to share?" "I mean, not any that are that cool to share," she said, looking down, her fingers twisting in her lap. "Oh, come on, I mean, one-night stands, secret hookups, there's always something unique. I'm sure you have a ton of stories tucked away." "I don't like to kiss and tell. It's not my thing," she replied primly, turning her head, but her body betrayed her. "Kiss and tell?" He chuckled. "Who are you, some Victorian lady? I like privacy too, but come on, loosen up."

"I'm flattered, Mrs. Melinda. It's important you feel comfortable here. Now, let's dig a little deeper. What kind of erotica draws you in? The kind that builds slowly, or something..something more.. direct?" In my mind, I pictured her reading about a doctor like me, hypnotizing a patient into submission. Her body arching under my commands. I watched her bite her lips, considering her answer. This was going to be exquisite. She shifted on the couch, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. "It's mostly the forbidden ones, of course. Power dynamics, losing control to someone trustworthy. Scenes where the mind opens up and the body follows. I dream about it.. being guided, touched in ways I can't ad