Female Pirate Books Novels & Stories

The princess was about to fall because of her dizzy feeling but Randell caught her quickly so the princess didn't immediately fall to the ground. The princess still opened her eyes, her eyes still reflected the handsome pirate's face even though it was a bit blurry. When their eyes accidentally met, the handsome pirate was shocked by what Chandra did to him. Chandra raised her hand in the air towards Randell's face. The princess touched her palm to the smooth and soft cheek of the handsome pirate. This is indeed a bandit, a pirate who sails across the ocean whose only mission is to rob the town they land in. That's what those who know about pirates think. They are one of the seasoned thieves

A few books shifted but didn’t fall. His hands roamed under my sweater now, warm and sure. He traced my ribs, then cupped my breasts over my bra. I arched into him, a small sound escaping my throat. “Quiet,” he reminded me, but his voice was rough. “Even if we’re alone down here.” I nodded and pulled him closer. We kissed like that for what felt like forever, learning each other in the dark. His fingers teased the edge of my bra, then slipped inside. When he brushed my nipple, I gasped.

No more worrying about my past, no more stress about my future just the peace I had found in the waves as they rhythmically rolled in and out. I shook my head at my foolishness, there was no way I could stay here forever unless I wanted to sign myself off as a recluse. I opened my book and I decided that if I couldn't lose myself in the woods of the real world, maybe I could lose myself on a pirate ship in the mid-1600s where a captain of the British Royal Navy and the dashingly handsome scoundrel of a pirate fought for the heart of a sweet innocent young girl. Hours later, I finally gave up on the book after realizing there was no way I could choose between the two strong virile men in the

"Lilibeth, stop making Hank angry. He normally treats you so well and buys you clothes and purses. Just take my place in the shark tank this once and treat this as paying him back. Besides, you scrub and mop the deck all day, so you must have some very steady footing. There's no way you'll slip." The trust-fund kids around us also joined in and started to make a scene. "Yeah, that's right! Why is a cleaner acting so proud?" "Get down there already. Don't ruin the show for all of us!" I looked at all the well-dressed fools around me as I scoffed. If this were a year ago, I would have tied up every one of them and hung them from the mast to let them taste the sea breeze. My name was Lilibeth B

Mom supported me, not because she understood, but because she loved me and wanted me to be happy. I stood up and walked around the library, feeling a little restless. They had all of the classics, and some of them looked as though they were expensive copies. Other authors that I regularly read, such as James Patterson and Dean Koontz were on the shelves. They even had some of my female favorites, such as Lisa Jackson, Lisa Gardner and Heather Graham Pozzessere. Then I wondered down to another section where I found some more provocative books. They had a lot of erotica books. One huge volume stood out: The Kama Sutra.

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

One she'd read, some she hadn't. One shelf stopped her. All the books were romances. Old favorites. Messy spines. Dog-eared pages. The exact collection from her childhood home. Her hand hovered over the center title: The Princess and the Pirate. It was a silly, worn-out paperback with no real value except… it was hers. Her mother used to read it to her when she had nightmares. Nova opened it. Her initials were on the title page, in neat handwriting she recognized from old school notebooks.

Hot girl-cum sprayed out around the thrusting shafts, splattering the deck and the legs of the pirates fucking her. “Again!” Isolde laughed, voice thick with lust as she stroked her own leaking cock. “Make the naval cunt squirt a third time. Rub her clit while you fuck her.” A female pirate with skilled fingers dropped down and attacked Amelia’s swollen clit while a burly crewman railed her from behind. Amelia came so hard her vision whited out, body convulsing violently in her bonds, a long, messy gush of squirt shooting from her abused pussy and pooling beneath her.

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

My pussy clamped down hard on the dildo. No. Stop. That's wrong. But my body didn't listen. The fantasy twisted; Sebastian’s hands instead of Marcus’s, his younger, harder thrusts, his voice younger and rougher while calling me something dirty while mom slept in the next room. Forbidden. Slick and hot. I fucked myself faster. Harder. The vibrator mashed against my clit until stars burst behind my eyelids. “I'm gonna come…fuck daddy… I’m gonna squirt thinking about you…” I didn't say whose name. Didn't want to know.