Feminist Erotica Novels & Stories

I felt satisfied whenever he treated the girl harshly and was pleased with the thought of being the only lady he treated with care; all that was left now was to get that massive cock of his in my pussy. I knew Leo was probably holding back because I was his younger sister. That had to be the reason, because at age 20, I was already a sexy damsel with big boobs and bouncing butts. That was one thing I was aware of. Just the thought of Leo filling me up with his wonderful cock, made my pussy wet, so I got on the bed, slid off my lacy panties, spread my legs on the bed, and began to stroke my clit. I threw my head backwards, as I bit my lower lip hard to stop a moan from escaping, and I rubbed

“I will text you tomorrow.” Xavier pulled me into a hug. His hand slid low on my back. He pressed close so I felt him again. “Goodbye, Lila,” he said quietly. His eyes stayed on mine. After they left, I went straight upstairs. I locked my door. I took off all my clothes and lay on the bed naked. I spread my legs wide. I slid my hand between my legs. My pussy was soaked. My clit was swollen. I rubbed hard and fast. “Xavier…” I whispered.

The girl feels something she shouldn't feel, besides being a tall woman, she was determined, feminist and at that time, she thought she was a lesbian, which in fact pressed her into the chair, while organizing the documents and papers, the woman stuck his hands on her skirt, down her panties, sticking his fingers inside her. Her squeal was no greater because the woman took her lips, kissing her, taking her breath away, then, the woman with all her fire, caught her turning her around, without worrying about the pile of papers, placing her in on the table, taking off her panties, then his mouth with his fingers inserted inside her. With that sucking, licking, and kissing between thrusts, the w

I held her vagina open with my fingers and I continued digging into her, her pussy trembling and releasing tiny pussy farts that were odorless and very fucking sexy. “Your pussy is very fucking-” I could not finish my sentence.

I tightened the leather strap around Emma's wrists even more, yanking it hard until her arms stretched above her head and her petite body was pinned flat on the desk. Her perky tits bounced with every breath, nipples still red and swollen from my earlier twisting. I grabbed her thighs and spread her legs wide, forcing her tight virgin pussy to open up completely for me, her juices glistening on the wood. "Stay spread like that, Emma," I growled. "Don't you dare close those legs."

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

“But we both know what a desperate slut you are.” She came anyway, hard, shamefully, and squirting around the dildo, piss mixing with her juices, running down her thighs onto the floor. Damon laughed and kept going, forcing her straight into another orgasm before the first even ended. Over and over. The bench creaked under her thrashing. Her voice went hoarse from screaming. The plug in her ass shifted with every convulsion, pressing against the dildo through her thin wall. She lost count after the fourth orgasm. Everything mixed into pain and unwanted pleasure.

"I'm flattered, Mrs. Melinda. It's important you feel comfortable here. Now, let's dig a little deeper. What kind of erotica draws you in? The kind that builds slowly, or something..something more.. direct?" In my mind, I pictured her reading about a doctor like me, hypnotizing a patient into submission. Her body arching under my commands. I watched her bite her lips, considering her answer. This was going to be exquisite. She shifted on the couch, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. "It's mostly the forbidden ones, of course. Power dynamics, losing control to someone trustworthy. Scenes where the mind opens up and the body follows. I dream about it.. being guided, touched in ways I can't ad

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.