Erotica Written By Women Novels & Stories

God, Ashley. I took a step back, but before I could move away, Clara reached grabbed my dick tight. “Shit,” “That’s to show you how hard you still are,” “Clara-” “Why don’t I make you cum?” she whispered, her hand moving and stroking me. “Fuck…” “Why don’t we cum together?” she was licking her lips now knowing exactly what she was doing to me. She put her fingers into her mouth, wetting them with her spit. Then bringing them before rubbing my tip, spreading her saliva all over my cock.

"Because all women are beautiful in their own way and unique. Not to mention variety is enjoyable. The women see each other every day but can still have their head turned by another beautiful woman. Seeing a different one is arousing. One can imagine themselves making love to that woman." "Do you imagine having sex with other naked women?" Anthony asked us, the women of the group. "I always imagine myself with women," Rhonda said. "I never imagine myself with men, and yes, I love to look at different women, although women generally, are not as visually oriented as men. We enjoy porn less and erotic literature more, allowing our imaginations do the heavy lifting."

I looked up and watched him go crazy ,moaning as I swirled my tongue around him . He was watching , his eyes fixed on me pleasuring him. I bobbed my head up and down, stretching my lips around his shaft. He reached down, his fingers finding my wetness, stroking me gently and I ............ _______________________________ It was that crazy time of the month when a woman's hormones are all over the place , ovulation. I was constantly horny and to make matters worse ,my husband had been away because of work .

Antonio’s kiss on her neck lingered, and the hands he wrapped around her waist seemed to be there even without his presence. “What am I suddenly…feeling this way….”. She opened her eyes and exhaled hotly. She could feel the wetness overflowing and her clits drumming and kicking for a touch. “Not now, this…this…is bad…should I?” She sat up and looked down. “I have to keep myself busy and my mind away from any erotic thoughts”. She walked to her small bookshelf and found a novel by a talented writer, CAROLUCHY. Unfortunately, it was an erotica novel. Doris gave it to her as a birthday gift years ago, and she never opened it, the deceit there is the title didn’t hint on the nature of the novel.

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

Damien leaned in closer, his breath brushing against my ear as he spoke. “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, Serena. Don’t make me ask twice.” My legs slowly fell open again, almost like they had a mind of their own. My hands were shaking as I slid one back between my thighs, gently rubbing my swollen, aching clit. Damien watched every movement with hungry eyes. “Louder,” he ordered. “Moan like you were before. I want to hear how much of a needy little slut you really are.” A broken whimper escaped my lips as I pushed two fingers inside my soaked hole, slowly pumping them in and out while rubbing my clit with my other hand. This is just like the books I read… am I not lucky?

My boyfriend is a piece of shit for cheating on me, I was so loyal to him, turned down a lot of guys for him. I have been sex-starved for a month now, even before I broke up with him. I touched myself a lot after the break up, but couldn’t still get that satisfaction I longed for. So I got myself a couple of sex toys, they were fast at making me hit orgasm, and making me cum. There wasn’t that intense pleasure you would get from a man, the touches, the gaze, and the voice. Even the moans from the man, how he gives you care and all of that. “I am cooked” I cried out, lying on my bed alone in my bedroom.

Written by: Jesudamilola Abiola✍️ Genre: Erotic, trilling romance and suspense 👙Katrina POV👙💋 Suddenly, I felt a sha*p pain in my lower region Oh my Gosh! I stared down and saw blood sta*n on the bed I could feel blood flowing down my th*gh Suddenly, I realized what’s really happening Oh no! I’m not ready for this, no, no; I can’t be disvirgined just like this

She lay on her back beside her sister, arms stiff at her sides, thighs pressed together so tightly the muscles trembled. Rita reached over and pried them apart with surprising strength. “Open,” she ordered. “He’ll want to see how wet his good little sister-in-law got just thinking about his cock.” Nina whimpered but let her legs fall open. Cool air kissed her slick folds. She was soaked: lips swollen, clit peeking out, a thin string of arousal stretching between her thighs when she moved. Rita licked her lips. “Touch yourself. Keep that pussy ready for him. He likes walking in on a girl who can’t wait.”

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