Novel & Cerita Errotica For Women

“There’s more.” “Dave.” “Erica worked at a club before you were born. The Lotus Room, downtown.” He says it carefully, like he’s been holding onto it. “She wasn’t some socialite Roman fell in love with at a gala, Raven. She was a stripper there. Nicko told me this years ago and I never took it seriously, thought he was just bitter about something, trying to stir trouble. But now, with everything else, I have every reason to believe him.”

She peeled away from me, blowing a kiss, and dove into the sea of dancers. Jessica moved like a fucking slut in heat, her body undulating to the heavy beat, tits bouncing as she threw her head back. She zeroed in on a group of black men near the edge of the floor, sidling up to the first one a lean guy with dreads and started grinding her ass against his crotch.

she whispered. I added a second finger and began to move them in a slow, steady rhythm, curling slightly to find the spot that made her hips jerk. My thumb stayed on her clit, rubbing in small circles. Elena’s hands braced on my shoulders. She rode my fingers with increasing urgency, her breasts moving with each shallow thrust of her hips. Soft wet sounds filled the quiet room. I leaned forward and took one nipple back into my mouth, sucking harder now, matching the pace of my hand.

“Pathetic is a woman who reduces her entire life to bitterness. Who spends her days plotting revenge against people who don’t even think about her. Who wastes her own time trying to destroy what she can never have.” Erika’s face contorted. “You’re no better than me.” “I never said I was.” I took a step forward, eyes locked on hers. “The difference is that I don’t waste my time on you. You are not important. You never were.” Erika’s expression changed. The rage gave way to something more dangerous. Something colder. “You think you’ve won?” she whispered, her voice low and deadly. “You think you can have him? The mansion? The money?”

He paused momentarily while the workers behind him gave each other puzzled looks. He wasn't just surprised because of this girl’s beautiful appearance but everyone knew that the master had a serious case of OCD and was disgusted with women. There was only one woman in the world that the master could tolerate and that was none other than Erika. So who exactly was this woman? Erika looked at Ryan and the workers. She took a bite of the prawn dumpling and said apologetically, "Uh, I forgot to put on my make up today, did I scare all of you?"

I imagined them all going to work in similar fashion on my cock and balls, and I resolved to ask for that later. In the semi-darkness under the table, I could see and feel the difference among all the feet clustered and clutching around my face. Anna's Cervin's were smooth, fine, silky, sexy. Erika's fully fashioned English Gio nylons were equally sexy on my face, but with a back seam that extended from the top welts near her pussy all the way down to the tips of her toes and into my mouth. The pheromones of the four gorgeous feet from the two sexiest women in my universe were turning my brain into mush.

By tomorrow, my lips would be swollen from how rough he kissed me. He finally sat back in the seat beside me, breathing hard. We were a mess. "I love fucking you." He muttered, running his hand through his hair. I smiled, my cheeks burning. "You're so wild." "You bring it out of me." He grinned, knowing exactly what he did to me. My phone rang, I took it from my bag, and froze when I saw the name. Why was Tyla calling? Before I could pick up, the call ended. Then came a text. I tapped the screen, my heart pounding. The message read: 'I know what you've been doing.' I stopped breathing.

"That I never moaned like a scared little girl… He hates that. Though maybe with you it's different… after all, you're just his experiment." Lucy swallowed hard. It was a precise hit—one that planted a seed of doubt. "Just an experiment? What if it's true?" But she pushed the thought away—she wouldn't let that insecurity take over in front of her. Nevertheless, Tamara noticed and smiled, cruel. "Eros is used to real women. Not inexperienced little girls." She leaned slightly toward Lucy, her perfume enveloping her. "But… you have to let him have his fun, before he… comes back to me. A real woman."

Erra whispered, giving Narrah her gentlest smile. "But… I can't just be beautiful…" she softly retorted, staring blankly at the floor. Mulling her situation. "You are strong, Lady Narrah. Please don't forget what Duchess Margo and Duke Draco taught you. Don't fear the unknown, embrace what you are, by then, you will overcome everything. This is just a speck of what you were prepared for. Please, my lady, embrace your true side" Erra pleaded, her voice soft but earnest and convincing.

She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'