Romans & histoires Sex Stories By Women

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.

Celeste kissed her slowly, tongue teasing, hips rocking. The woman stripped out of her dress. No lingerie. Her body was toned, curved, and commanding. She walked to the bed, climbed on behind Celeste, and pressed her body flush against her back. Her breath tickled Celeste’s ear. “I’ve heard about you.” Celeste moaned as her fingers slid between her legs. “Damian’s little masterpiece.” Her hand was skilled. Slow. Teasing. Dominant. Celeste gasped as the woman’s fingers slipped inside her, curling expertly, already finding the spot that made her eyes roll back.

she says lightly, disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door. The second the water starts running, my hands shake with urgency. I’ve been holding back this horniness the entire drive, imagining girls eating me out. I open my laptop quickly, load the lesbian p**n site, and click on a video. Two women are going at it intensely , one on her back, legs spread wide while the other buries her face between her thighs, tongue working deep through wet folds, fingers thrusting hard.

I kept thrusting through it, pushing my seed deeper, imagining it taking root. But I wasn’t done. The weeks of pent-up need made me insatiable. I stayed inside her, grinding slowly while she caught her breath, then pulled out and flipped her onto her back again. I pushed her legs wide and high, folding her nearly in half, and slid back in. This time I took my time—long, sensual strokes while I sucked and bit at her breasts, leaving faint marks I hoped wouldn’t fade quickly. “You’re so fucking tight for me,” I whispered. “Even after taking all that cum.”

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

My name was Catherine Alden, and ever since I was young, I had that enviable, perfect hourglass figure everyone coveted. Back in school, countless boys had stared at my ample chest, taunting me and calling me "Sexy Cat". After marriage, I became the perfect young wife who turned every man's head on the street. However, my husband, Frederick Shaw, had turned out to be all show and no substance. In less than six months of marriage, he left me alone in an empty bed while jet-setting around the world for business.

The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and breeding frenzy. Selene watched for a moment, then joined them. She straddled Lucien’s chest, facing the female riding his cock. She grabbed the younger female’s hair and kissed her brutally while grinding her own dripping pussy against Lucien’s sternum. “Harder,” Selene commanded. “Make him knot you properly.” The female obeyed , bouncing faster, forcing Lucien’s swelling knot past her entrance. When it locked, she howled, body convulsing in orgasm. Lucien groaned into the pussy still smothering his face, his own knot swelling fully inside the tight heat.

Behind her came a thick woman wearing only a Red bra that carried her heavy tits and left her shaved pussy completely exposed. There was a thick black strap-on already coming from her hips : it was easily nine inches Next was a shorter butch with a shaved head She wore nothing but a thong that barely contained her own pussy The last to enter was an older woman around my age with gray hairs through her dark hair. Her eyes were the coldest. They didn’t speak at first. They simply circled me slowly, taking in every detail: my tear-streaked face and my red ass, “Fuck me,” the strap-on woman growled, “Look at this fresh meat. Lila really wasn’t exaggerating.”

Oanez let out a guttural sound from the back of her throat as Aleric stepped trailed and slipped a finger inside Oanez's wide open p*ssy. Then the old woman laid on the floor, and she watched as her husband mounted her, his manhood disappearing and up into the woman, and appearing seconds later. Horror, fear, anger, and disgust held her in place as they continued their tryst. Dimly, she became aware that the other witches in the hall were now engaged in different sexual acts of their own. "Wanna Join, cunt?" laughed a witch in her face as another stopped dove n and began to s*ck the woman's