Female Venti Novels & Stories

This true-to-life essence of Miss Venti-Double-Shot-Light-Whip-Mocha, the jeopardous dream who walked too close, slender hips swaying, near but still too far. Arm extended, he could almost touch her as, in memory, she stood near, here on Eidolon. Her slender back against the wall. Her soft face toward the window, a brief moment of bright sun glinting off her ebony hair before, her eyes closing, the clouds returned. The shapeless cardigan not quite hiding her trim torso and supple breasts. Her smooth thighs lurking beneath the ubiquitous regulation tartan skirt, the one that had earlier borne this simple gift of a single red string.

Hayley murmured against Katelyn's soft mouth. Hayley released Katelyn and picked up a vibrator. "I've fantasized about using this one on you. I bought it with you in mind," Hayley explained. "It's pretty, feminine, and classy. It's called the Butterfly." Hayley held up a long vibrator on a solid base which contained the controls. It had a long, pearly-white shaft, the base of which was clear and filled with actual pearls. Near the base was a butterfly with wings and antennae. It was made of a soft, jelly-like material. Katelyn looked at it in amazement.

I got to Velvet an hour early again. Mikela clocked it immediately. “That’s twice this week.” “Slow day,” I said. Same answer. She let it go the same way. I was halfway through my makeup when she leaned into the doorway. “Your VIP clients came in last night,” she said. I still went. “When?” “Late. Didn’t request anyone. Just sat at the bar for an hour and watched the floor.” She tilted her head slightly. “Left without booking anything.” I turned back to the mirror.

Running the vibrator over each breast, I bit down on my lip and let out a run of tiny moans as each bud hardened against Alex's actions. Feeling the speed go up by a setting, he traced the toy down my body and hovered it right over my core. Most would find the use of a vibrator the perfect addition to reaching your release. I, however, braced myself for the tantalizing punishment I was about to receive. Denial. A few seconds passed before he carefully shoved the wand between my

Maybe it was just an after-effect of a growth spurt? After a shower, feeding Viper and a change of clothes into a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans, Natasha left the house with a small device in her hand no larger than her own phone and the beeper she had damaged. It was the Life Cell. In order to get a new one, she had to return the former. The store was only one city block away as Natasha walked into the large building filled with electronic equipment. She stopped at the counter which was in the very center of the building.

My silence was apparently answer enough. “I heard your stupid rose buzzing the whole night,” Chantelle added with a wicked grin, yanking oat milk from the fridge and shaking it like it had personally offended her. Heat rushed to my cheeks. “Can you not announce that to the entire building?” “Girl, please.” She flipped her curls over one bare shoulder, standing there in a sports bra and satin boxers like she owned the sun. “Half this building’s got a vibrator named after a flower or a fruit. Tulip, rose, mango, peach. If yours hums, welcome to the club.”

"MangoVodkaTea. what in the bisexual brunch is this?" Sou leaned her elbow on the bar, chewing gum. “Vodka with mango flavor. Served in a tea cup.” I stared at her. “Tea. Cup?” She grinned. “We’re classy like that.” “That's not classy. That’s—chaos disguised as elegance.” “Exactly,” she said, winked, and then went back to sweeping. I kept at it. Memorizing. Lining up. Tasting nothing, but letting the names melt on my tongue like old songs.

“Well, well, well… look at exactly who finally decided to show up at our campsite.” I turned my head quickly toward the sound. A woman was strutting slowly toward our position from a small group of motorcycles parked on the far side of the green clearing. She was absolutely not wearing an Iron Reapers vest. Instead, she had a black and crimson leather vest zipped up tight over her chest, and the bold letters on the back read Shadow Vipers MC. The small name patch stitched on the front of her leather read Siren.

Honestly, she had no preference over the race of who she slept with as long as the size and shape of their cocks satisfied her. If they were not actual vibrators with switches, Mary wouldn’t dare touch them. These model cocks looked so real, and she pressed on the thick black cock with bulging ‘veins’ on the undersize with a fingernail. It felt firm but slightly squishy at the same time. What kind of material did the company use? It felt super realistic.

The vibrator's tip pressed against her sensitive clit, the vibration jolting her like electricity. 'Oh fuck... Damian!' Scarlett gasped, her hips bucking against the restraint. The toy buzzed relentlessly, circling her swollen nub, sending sparks up her spine. Her petite body arched, small breasts jiggling with each tremor. She felt so vulnerable, tied and on display, the office walls seeming to close in with the scent of their arousal—musk and cum thick in the air.