Female Pov Novels & Stories

The only sounds were the crabs on the floor and the excited whispers of the plants in the corner. The pothos practically vibrated with excitement. “Whoa! The real wife is finally fighting back!” Sophia completely unraveled. She had assumed I knew nothing about her and planned to provoke me until I left on my own. Now that the marriage certificate was sitting right in front of her, she could not pretend anymore. Her only option was to play the victim. She burst into tears as she grabbed Justin’s sleeve. “Honey! What’s going on? You told me you were divorced! You told me that woman died in Afrikad!”

Peter climbed into bed as Sofie lay there, her heart pounding fast. She looked up at him with wide eyes, full of want. "Spread your legs, Sofie," he said. His voice was low and rough. Those words hit her deep inside. Her p*ssy throbbed. She felt a rush of heat. Without thinking, she opened her legs wide. She showed him everything. Her p*ssy was wet and shiny, dripping with her juices. She had never felt so open, and so ready for anything before.

Phoebe’s POV (Warning: Mature content 18+) I watched as Sherry and Allison climbed into bed together, exchanging a knowing glance before Sherry passionately kissed Allison and their moans filled the room. The intensity of their kiss—the way their tongues entwined, battling for dominance—sent a jolt of shock through me. I stood there, frozen in place, unable to move or look away. I'd seen countless p*rn scenes on my phone, but this—watching two women together—was something entirely different. The raw, unfiltered emotion of it stirred something deep within me, something I hadn't expected.

She felt her pussy begin to spasm as she experience an orgasm while kneeling before her boyfriend, and her appreciative audience. ()()() The fight with Fred had flustered Pam to the point she didn't even realize she had gone for her walk while still in her nightgown. Only after hearing the catcalls from a passing carload of college boys did she comprehend how she must appear. The thin cotton nightgown, while modestly cut, was still the only clothing she wore, and the cool ocean breeze was pressing it firmly against her, showing off every curve of her sculpted body. She turned to go put on some more appropriate clothing, even though she found herself getting a thrill from hearing the younger

Rachel POV. Squaring my shoulders, I decided to let go of my morality and please my mate. I stood up from the rock and began unbuttoning my jacket. "What are you doing?" He asked, even as his eyes followed my hands. "I'm giving you what you want, baby," I cooed as I shrugged out of my jacket. Dropping it on the stone slab, I pulled my top over my head and dumped it there as well. Then I bent down to take off my boots and pull down my trousers.

Jason POV [ 2 hours after sex...] "You, my beautiful princess, are well equipped to accommodate." She gushed."I'm falling in love with you, Violet Johnson." "You are?" She gasped childishly. "Why do you keep doubting yourself? You are the sexiest, confident, black woman I've ever met. All brains and beauty in equal proportions." Violet didn't know what to say to that. "Thank you. I...never knew you felt that way..."

The background noise just drowns whatever commotion is going on between them now. The blade drops to the ground and that's where she kicks his groin. Then finishes him off with a roundhouse kick. This time the guy kisses the ground. Then she turns her back from him to pick up her scattered things. Shoving each of it in her bag. While she was busy mumbling about her unlucky night.

Vlora adjusted her posture and the cup in her hand as she began. "One fine night, there was a woman named Paxson, married early in her age, she was still sixteen and her husband was elder than him. There was a large number of the age gap between them. Paxson loved him with all her heart, as she was still a child, a person so in deeply with the man. She gave herself upon him... as any obedient wife would do. Her husband began to come home late at night...sometimes drunk, sometimes in senses. She was pregnant and asked him to give some of his attention to her. Instead of loving his wife, he beat her until the fetus from her womb broke out. That was the time she lost her unborn child and he lef

Good thing guns are illegal in the UK. “You want to talk? Let’s talk then”, Aimee says as she walks barefoot into the living room with her hair falling wet down her back. I watch as she sways her hips as she walks, something she does without noticing, and it’s one of the sexiest things I have ever seen. It drives me wild.

"You can stop your ogling." "What the hell?" Grace yelled, clearly frustrated. "I was not ogling. What’s your problem?" "That’s not what it felt like," she responded, smiling and clearly enjoying Grace's frustration. And in her frustration, Grace blurted out, "Well, too bad, I love dicks—you know, the long, big, and real ones." It might have been a bit bold for someone who hadn't been in a relationship, but she didn't really care. As if that wasn't enough, the frog breast woman added, "What a coincidence, so do I, but I love them a little bigger, if you know what I mean." Susan laughed so hard that it made her tear up.