Novel & Cerita Sex Stories By Women

“You want to destroy me, Bela?” he rasped against my skin, his hand sliding down my stomach, gathering the fabric of my skirt and shoving it up over my hips. He ripped my thin cotton underwear aside with a single, harsh tug. “Look at me while you do it.” Bela Dela Costa only wanted to survive one more shift at a luxury Milan club until Seb Ricaforte walked in. He was never meant to love her. But he did, and that was the beginning of everything that shattered them. Now, years after her supposed death, Seb gives her an order that freezes her blood—quit her job and become his sex slave. Bela is torn between dying again or letting herself be once again captured by Milan’s most dangerous maf

She lunged forward, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss while her hands ripped at my blouse. Buttons flew across the room, scattering like a rain of pure pleasure. She tore my bra open, baring my breasts, and I immediately swung my leg over her body. Straddling her, I positioned myself perfectly over Damon’s face. Now, he had two wet, dripping women hovering over him, demanding to be ruined all night long. Holly’s tongue was an intoxicating mix of fire and ice as she leaned down to lash at my nipples, sending a violent shiver straight to my crotch.

I’d explored my desires before, but the promise of a lesbian orgy—a tangle of women lost in pleasure—ignited a wildfire in my core, my pussy tingling with eager curiosity as the first guests arrived. They emerged from the shadows, a group of women exuding confidence and desire. The leader, a tall brunette with piercing green eyes, moved with a commanding grace, her leather corset accentuating her full breasts. Beside her, a petite blonde with a mischievous smile adjusted her lace lingerie, her gaze locking onto mine. A curvy redhead with a sultry laugh joined, her hands already roaming her own body, while a fourth, a muscular woman with short black hair, watched with a hungry intensity. Toge

that felt like the most powerful ending for this couple. Okay, that was the heartfelt, literary reason. Now for the completely, utterly ridiculous and honest reason: I literally could not write another sex scene. I am not joking. We were closing in on 80,000 words on this thing! A hundred thousand words! Do you have any idea how many different ways there are to describe a hand running through hair? Or a deep gaze across a room? I was starting to lose my mind trying to come up with fresh, non-repetitive action. I truly don't think I would have survived trying to write a fresh, unique, meaningful, and non-absurdly-long sex scene at this point in the narrative. My fingers were cramping, my thes

I don’t think Carrie realized she heard, and with my head between them, she may not have seen the grin. Just knowing that it would make her squirm, I moved my hand up and cupped Carrie’s bust while looking over her shoulder to see what they were reading. It turned out to be some pen and ink drawings of women in erotic poses. Some were nature scenes, others were of two or three people in various states of undress and in the midst of various sex acts. The one on the right page was a woman licking up the base of an erect cock of some unseen man. The woman in the picture was looking up at her man with a gaze of pure lust.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

I had to jerk off three more times that night, each load as massive as the first, imagining tasting their messes, burying my face in their wet holes. Huff. Living with two sexy women might not be easy for me after all. I’m

In a deserted mansion, I was alone with my enemy. "If you want, I can hear your complaints. I hope I can help with your problem." I looked down sadly and cried again. I felt Vero pulling my hair lifting my face violently. "Noisy!! Too much drama. Tell me about last night quickly." "It's complicated. That night, after I got a photo of Kinan kissing a man, I don't know why my body felt like I wanted to go to a gay Bar. I saw there was a lot of happiness there. Then, I had a drink and the waiter offered me a one-night stand with a man. He gave me the key to the room. In the room, I immediately hugged him tightly. The hug he gave really made me peaceful. After that, we had sex and I became the b

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.

The memory of the weight of her breasts, the tightness of her pussy, and the sound of her loud, messy moans would stay with them forever. And for Layla, it was just another night of showing the world exactly what her body was made for. She felt powerful, she felt wanted, and most of all, she felt satisfied. As she finally stood up to get dressed, the men watched her move, their eyes following the swing of her hips one last time. It was a perfect ending to a perfect, dirty night.