Feminine Erotica Novels & Stories

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

Make her feel every vein, every thick ridge stretching her open. Elena whimpered, plunging two fingers deep inside herself. She fucked herself with them, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. Her other hand pinched and tugged her nipples. The fantasy consumed her—Victor’s big body covering hers, his stubble scraping her neck, his low growl in her ear: This pussy has always belonged to me. She added a third finger, stretching herself, curling them against that spot that made her vision spark. Her hips bucked wildly. The necklace bounced between her breasts with every thrust of her hand. Closer… so close…

Her legs trembled, and she gripped the edge of the desk tighter. Professor Kane added a third finger, stretching her more. He fucked her with his hand, the palm slapping against her clit with every thrust. Sara moaned louder, not caring if anyone outside might hear. The pressure built fast. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, and she came hard within minutes. Her body shook, and her juices squirted a little, dripping down her thighs and onto the floor. He did not stop. He pulled his fingers out, and she heard the sound of his zipper. Then the thick head of his cock pressed against her entrance. He rubbed it up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness, before pushing in deep in on

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.

CHAPTER 90: THE DOUBLE DOMINATION There was no problem, not a single doubt lingering in the humid air of the room. There was nothing to wait for, no hesitation left to cling to. The moment had arrived, heavy with anticipation and the scent of aroused bodies. Immediately, Amina moved, rising onto her hands and knees in a graceful, almost primal arch, her hips swaying subtly. The man behind her, whose name she still hadn't quite grasped in the whirlwind of the night, slid her panties down with an almost reverent touch. The flimsy fabric offered no resistance, peeling away from her skin and pooling around her ankles, leaving her magnificent ass completely naked, glistening in the dim light. He

I was already aching, and the sight of her only left me more aroused, my body reacting under the blanket. I lay there and glanced down at her now and then. My hand slipped under the covers without me even realizing. Then I saw her pulling a small purple toy out of her bag and rushing off to the bathroom in a fluster. I was shocked. Were young women these days that eager? Couldn't she even hold it together on the train? While she was gone, I snuck down and rummaged through her bag. Sure enough, besides a few little toys, there was also a change of underwear and a pair of stockings.

The fabric was rough against her sensitive skin, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. Camila’s other hand moved to her breast, squeezing gently as she imagined Gonzalez’s strong hands roaming over her body. She could almost feel the weight of his gaze, her fingers deftly unbuttoned her pants, and she slipped her hand inside, her touch light and teasing as she explored her own wetness. She leaned her head back against the wall, her eyes closing as she gave in to the sensations. Her fingers found her clit, circling and rubbing with a rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart.

The women of the harem watching with wide eyes are captivated by the boldness of her actions. As she settles, her full, curvaceous figure presses intimately against me. Due to the gowns and layers of fabrics of feminine clothing, I never depicted Yeri has one with ample buttocks, round, soft and firm, pressed down on my length, the contact sending a jolt through my body. I felt myself harden involuntarily, the sensation is both exhilarating and challenging to conceal.

Fingers trembling slightly, she untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. Inside lay a pair of sleek black panties, the fabric smooth and lacy at the edges, but what made her cheeks heat was the small, discreet vibrator embedded right at the crotch, its shape molded perfectly to press against her most sensitive spots. The device was matte black, seamless, designed to hum against her clit and slip just inside her entrance if positioned right. Aurelia's breath caught, her body responding traitorously, a rush of warmth pooling between her thighs despite the cool breeze drifting through the cracked window. She could picture Ronan's smirk, his commanding voice in her mind, urging her to obey. The tho