Sex Stories Told By Women Novels & Stories

Her husband stood over her, pumping his cock Victoria rubbed her own clit fast, watching them. Laura came first, soaking Victoria's thigh with fresh squirt then her husband groaned and shot thick ropes of cum across Victoria's breasts and stomach. Victoria followed right after, moaning loud as her orgasm hit, the three of them collapsed on the bed in a sweaty, sticky pile, for a minute, no one spoke just heavy breathing and the smell of sex all around them. Laura curled against Victoria's side, one hand resting on her husband's chest. "I can't believe we just did that," she whispered.

They laid like rag dolls, like they had been previously drugged and had lost every strength in them and could only look as the men ripped their clothes off and made to have their way with them “What in the world?” Xanth spoke out as he watched the men begin to have brutal sex with the women, most of which he was sure were still considered to be under aged. “Is this now some sort of ritual trend going on in the kingdoms?” Syrana looked to him. “What do you mean? Have you see this somewhere else?”

"Because all women are beautiful in their own way and unique. Not to mention variety is enjoyable. The women see each other every day but can still have their head turned by another beautiful woman. Seeing a different one is arousing. One can imagine themselves making love to that woman." "Do you imagine having sex with other naked women?" Anthony asked us, the women of the group. "I always imagine myself with women," Rhonda said. "I never imagine myself with men, and yes, I love to look at different women, although women generally, are not as visually oriented as men. We enjoy porn less and erotic literature more, allowing our imaginations do the heavy lifting."

THEME: Dark, Intrusive, Taboo Stranger Encounter. KINKS: Stranger sex, voyeurism, rough dominance, forced orgasm, consensual non-consent sex. I wake up with a start, ... Not even knowing why. My skin tingles and I sit up, noticing that my apartment is quiet. I blink severally, adjusting my eyes to the darkness slowly while I look around nervously. The streetlight outside is throwing pale light across my floor and my room is still they way it was when I went to bed---- nothing looks out of place---- but I can’t shake off the feeling that jolted me awake.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

The dominant, a tall woman in nothing but heels, smirked, leaning down to lick around the stretched rim before pushing the beads back in, starting the torment over. Not far from them, two women were locked in a heated scissoring session on a velvet chaise lounge. Their legs intertwined, wet folds grinding together in slippery, frantic friction, pussy against pussy, clits bumping and rubbing with delicious pressure. Their juices mixed, creating a slick mess that squelched audibly with every hump. One had her hands on the other's breasts, pinching and twisting nipples until they were red and swollen, while the other fingered her partner's clit in rapid circles, both of them panting and cursing

An ode to submissives as well- whether they knew it or not, this was a space that let them know that there's a specific kind of strength surrounding those who choose to fully submit themselves to another person, like myself. A woman's pleasure is often ignored and unfulfilled. Femme de Sexe was created to give you the ability to confront that dissatisfaction; to tell your partners to listen to your needs, the same way you listen to theirs. Taking in the finished exhibit, I let out a relieved sigh, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. In a last attempt to make sure all of the paintings on the main wall were straight, I backed up, causing me to bump into a solid figure. "I have to say, Miss

It wasn't pain, but pleasure. And sex became a routine Vay enjoyed with Ben, not as a virgin anymore, but a perfect sex slave Ben didn't regret he had. 8B: HER LESBIAN FANTASY 1. Sheila walked through the hallway, piles of worked and unworked documents in her hand, heading for her boss’s office. As she got closer to the door and made use of her knuckle, but no response, muffled moaning sounds attracted her attention. She paused. Placing her ears on the door, it creaked open, causing her to lose her balance.

She said no, and encouraged me to describe them. I discussed a couple of films in some detail and she admitted that my describing them was turning her on but that she didn't want to actually view any of the films. She talked about the thing of men being visually excitable when women usually aren't. But after some prodding she relented a bit and said that she would be willing to see some films with me but would leave it to me to select them. THAT excited me tremendously, as well as our conversation, because it was a huge new 'beginning' of sorts in our sex life.

She whispered to herself amidst sighs. Elena knows she enjoyed every bit of the experience and even wants it to continue. She is bisexual and has a wild sexual appetite that she has tried to tame because she has always believed Alex to be a sexually reserved person. But yesterday changed her notion. She now understands that he appeared reserved because he hid his sexual kinks and fantasies from her. She came to the gradual conclusion that if this is the kind of sex life Alex wants, then she's not opposed to it. As long as both of them are happy and their marriage remains stable.