Female Erotic Fiction Novels & Stories

“You don’t touch unless I say so.” My golden eyes flashed, but I obeyed. Elena rewarded me by riding me faster, her hips snapping down harder. The wet sound of her cunt taking my cock filled the library. “Nggh… oh fuck yes.” She leaned forward, bracing her hands on my chest, and fucked me with purpose. Every downward stroke dragged the head of my cock over that perfect spot inside her. Her moans turned higher, more broken. “Ahh…nghh, I’m gonna Cum… fuck, Damon, don’t stop… don’t you dare stop…”

The extreme eroticism of my voyeuristic encounter made it feel less invasive because they couldn’t see me and more sexual because it made me free to explore this fetish I discovered. I peaked and gazed out the window. The black woman stood up and waddled down the stranger’s slick, muscular body. His body shone with the heat from their encounter. The woman spread her legs wide and lowered herself onto the erect shaft that glimmered from her saliva. She jerked and strained to not scream out, as the large, thickened shaft vanished deep within her.

The sound of her wet pussy stretching around his length, the slick slap of his balls against her ass, the way she arches and cries out—it’s all a perfect, torturous tease that has my own pleasure building to a sharp, almost painful peak. Just as I feel the first tremor of orgasm coil low in my belly, the door beside his bedroom bursts open and two more girls slip inside, naked and giggling, their bodies glistening with sweat from whatever they’d been doing before. They crowd around the bed, pressing their breasts against his chest, their hands sliding over his shoulders, over the blonde’s back, over his thighs. The room becomes a tangle of limbs, a writhing mass of naked flesh, each girl eag

Thrusting his finger in and out of her wet pussy. He stopped and brought out his finger, putting it in her mouth. The he kissed her pussy and sucked her clit hard, flickering his tongue inside like a cat drinking water. She screamed, her heart pulsating while he was licking every bit of wetness on her pussy. He sent two fingers inside her, and he curled them hard alongside his tongue. She gasped, cumming on his face and fingers, pouring like a loosened tap.

The obscene slickness echoed through the quiet room. Her eyes fluttered shut. She felt him curve his fingers and hit the spot that made her whole body shake. He didn’t let her moan. He made her take it silently. Obediently. Filthy. “You love this,” he whispered against her ear. “You love being fucked while he’s asleep above us.” “Yes,” she whimpered into his palm. “Say it louder.” “I love it.” “Say you love me ruining you.” Her back arched as he fucked her with his fingers faster, harder. “I love you ruining me.”

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.

but instead she rubbed her gigantic tits on his face, and stroked his cock at the same time. She created perfect sensual friction that caused Light to close his eyes, stand still, and let himself be pleasantly tortured. Lexi inhaled as much sexual energy as she could from Light from this action. Many centuries of practice had enlightened her on the fact that this was the quickest method to make a straight man cum. The sexual energy emanated from humans produces testosterone in Sex Demons. That was why Lexi and her husbands preferred to consume the sexual energies of attractive and freaky humans only. Where can you find those? Of course, on the dark web.

An unforgettable sex was always done with those who did not care about the dirt of sex until exhaustion, with the excessive heat and disheveled hair, and not even with spanking in the ass and hair pulls. Women who surrendered easily to that were the best in the world. And I loved the bbws. Because they used to like something stronger during the H hour. Not to mention everything there was to play during the act. I had an intimate speech that chubby women were like pots of honey, where you could smear and delight for long hours, without ever getting sick. And it was my favorite type, besides the type that my radar attracted the most. Throughout my life, I've never been with a thin and model gi

She’s magnificent. “Is her pussy still wet?” I lay down on my back in front of her, rip open one of the condom packets and apply the latex while she watches, her pupils expanding, those nipples so tight I know she needs another climax. One isn’t enough for this woman. I’d say she’s a three-man job, but she’s not a job at all. She’s a privilege. “Or does she need to wiggle around on my face for a while?” Elise squeezes her spasming thighs together and moans.

As darkness overtook her world, she took a deep breath and relaxed against the bench and her restraints. Strong, warm, tender hands caressed her flesh. As her desire built, their fingers traveled along her curves. In her mind she visualized the heat following their movements, tracing erotic shapes across her skin. One hand slipped between her legs, two fingers parting her labia and sliding inside her wet pussy. “Oh, she’s really wet.” Oot. She smiled and playfully wiggled her hips for him. He finger-fucked her, making her whimper. Soon, her mind was flying, deep in subspace despite them not using a single implement on her yet.