Feminist Erotica Novels & Stories

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

I tapped on another picture of me sitting against the wall in a set of black lacy lingerie with my legs spread apart. I was holding a small silver vibrator against my underwear. “Just send both, stupid!” She smirked. I raised my eyebrows at her. “What? Might as well. It’ll give him some different options when he looks at your pictures to, ya know”—she made a jerking motion by her pelvis—“come.” " You can't just leave the poor man to stare at just one photo, can you? There's a reason p**n videos are long and dynamic" Angela said, still staring at the photos, scrolling and swiping through the numerous photos we took.

Her thighs are slick with arousal, inner thighs glistening in the dim light. "You're so beautiful," I whisper against her ear. She sobs. Quiet and broken. "I'm sorry—I shouldn't be…” "Shh." Samson eases her back onto the bed, positioning himself between her thighs. He spreads them wide, and her cunt--fuck, her cunt is meaty and fleshy, a fat puffy mound with thick dark lips that are already parted, already glistening, the inner folds a deep rose pink and absolutely soaked. Different from my neat, tucked little slit. Hers is a woman's cunt, a mother's cunt, and it's been neglected for so fucking long.

The room was dim-lit though I was able to see two naked bodies grinding each other, they had immediately switched positions as I could now see their faces, it wasn’t Laura and Carlos as I first thought, those two were probably in their sleep that they did not realize their son was at work. Abigail turned the poor lady into a doggy-style position as he fucked her from behind, pressing her face on the sheet, going deeper at each request, the lady seemed to be enjoying it as each of her cry comes with a plea for more and Abigail was likely not to stop as he smack her ass a couple of times. “I’m cumming….I’m cumming” she cried into the pillow, Abigail seem to be at his edge as he removes his dic

The other reaches down and rubs my clit in tight circles. “You don’t get to come for some other man in my house,” he says, voice low and even while he fucks me. “You come for the punishment. You come on my cock because you broke the rules.” I’m already falling apart. The dual sensation of being filled and rubbed at the same time is too much. He feels me tightening and slows down on purpose, dragging it out, making me feel every ridge and vein as he slides almost all the way out and then sinks back in.

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.

Her scream is hot against his palm, a vibrating roar that speaks of utter surrender, of profound, unbidden pleasure. That’s the truth: she wants it. The undeniable proof of her body, the raw, visceral response, screams it louder than any denial from her lips. Her hips grinding against him, the wetness between her legs, the shattering climax—it all speaks a truth that cannot be denied. Her eyes say no, wide and filled with tears of humiliation and rage, a desperate plea for escape. But her cunt says yes, throbbing and sensitive, a testament to her undeniable arousal.

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

"Oh god, you feel so good. So fucking good." He reached around, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing and circling, pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building, my body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Come for me, Emma," Damien commanded, his voice a low growl. "Come all over my cock." I keened, my body convulsing as I rode the wave of pleasure, my orgasm crashing over me in a rush of sensation. Damien continued to fuck me, his movements unrelenting, drawing out my pleasure until I was a trembling, boneless mess on the desk.

EMMA POV I couldn’t believe what I was doing as I walked into the gym for my second session. The tiny black workout shorts I’d chosen were practically illegal — they barely covered half my ass cheeks, riding up with every step and showing the soft underside of my curves. My cropped tank top clung to my heavy breasts, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide how hard my nipples already were. I felt exposed, slutty, and so fucking turned on I was already wet before I even saw him.