Erotica Written By Women Novels & Stories

Soon she closed her eyes, moved her hips and began making the beautiful noises that women make when they come. I was soaking wet and couldn't restrain myself a moment longer. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my panty hose, pulled up my dress and started to rub my pussy with my legs wide open. In a flash Lucy and Ruth were doing the same thing and the three of us masturbated together. Ruth came first and as she let out her cry Lucy orgasmed with a loud moan and then I climaxed powerfully too. We twinkled at each other after our breathing returned to normal and we each sniffed our fingers, as we had watched each other do so often.

The slap I wanted to give him this time around didn't escape him; it landed right on his face, perfectly. I stared at the artifact. It was a sculpture of a fragile lady in a worldly bent position, like when your partner is about to serve you from the back. The sculpture's legs were straight; the lady’s back arched in a manner that spelled out a lot: sexual conceit and exploring the satisfaction that comes with being intimate with someone you love. Her hands were spread wide above her head, while her mouth was open in sexual satisfaction. I rolled my eyes at the sculpture before I left the place. And do you know the worst part of all? He named the damn sculpture after me.

Cedric growled, sucking hard on her tit. They came together — hot, thick ropes of cum flooding her pussy. Zinnia bit onto Cedric's shoulder as the final orgasm ripped through her, her whole body shaking with aftershocks. They stayed buried inside her for long moments, panting, kissing her neck, and praising her. “Good girl… our perfect little slut.” Zinnia lay there between them, covered in sweat, cum leaking from her and her body filled with hickeys and sex marks. A satisfied smile curved her lips.

"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

" She laughs, low, and leads me inside, her hips swaying just enough to catch my eye. I clench my fists, forcing myself to look at the city skyline twinkling outside the windows. We sit, the table a fragile barrier between us, plates of asparagus and roasted lamb steaming in the candlelight. The wine is robust, a deep red that stains her lips when she drinks. "So, AURORA PRESS," she says, leaning forward, her blouse dipping to show a hint of cleavage. "Erotica and literary fiction. Brave choice, Victor." Her tone is inquiring, but her eyes have a spark, a challenge. I nod, my throat tight. "I think I'm done with just Philosophy and lecture halls. I should start aiming to print erotic stories

OG (short for orgasm) and I'm the best erotic romance writer in Imphal, a small town near Montana. And all erotic writers need experience, which I sadly lack since I'm still a virgin, that too at 18 years of age. And yes, you that heard right. And no, not all erotica’s are sluts, we just have a better idea of what maximum of the populace likes to read...under covers. And yes Miss-Goodie-Two-Shoes, that includes you too.

Lira speaks. My eyes flutter between opening and closing as I try to stay conscious. “You’re incredible, baby. So responsive… so fucking delicious.” She slides down my body, kissing every inch—my cum-smeared lips, my throat, sucking marks onto my tits until I’m arching and whimpering. My body tingles, wanting more of her touch. This is unarguably the most alive I’ve been. And for a moment, I am glad that the book I’d found wasn’t some motivational book on how I needed to find my inner voice before I could find my outer one.

A couple of my friends went out as cougars on the prowl from time to time and raved about sex with young men, not just the young hard bodies and stamina, but they were eager to please and acted like it was about the woman, not them. I was getting warmer between my legs and pushed my feet against the bottom of the chair, working my thighs back and forth as I curled my toes and kneaded the chair like a cat. Damn, I was getting horny. The fact Max was going to show up any minute added to that feeling. I would never go 'Mrs. Robinson' on him, after all, if nothing else he was a student and his father didn't pay me a hundred dollars an hour to cock tease him, but I did enjoy doing just that becau