Sexy Books For Women นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“What do you want from me?” “What do you want from him?” the imitation asks, tilting its head as though it can read the answer in my trembling lips. “Love? Control? Or is it lust, Aria? That desperate, dangerous need that makes you reckless enough to be here?” Heat surges through me, shame, fury, a hunger I can’t even name. My chest rises and falls in sharp bursts, and I can’t stop the memory of Julian’s hands on my hips, the way he made me feel alive and unbreakable, from flooding me now when I need to stay strong.

The collar clicked around her neck, followed by a soft hum in the headset. “You smell like library pages and heat,” he whispered into her ear. “Let’s make you readable.” The vibrator beneath the seat began to pulse. The other woman watched. Lips parted. Breathing shallow. “You’ll play by my rules,” he said. “No touching yourself. No closing your legs. Let her see what I do to you with just my voice.” Camille whimpered. The vibrations intensified. Her body arched. She clutched the edges of the seat. “Read the book next to you.”

The first is that I smile at the guy, play all nice, and talk dirty for a while until the cameras come on; then, well, I open my legs, wait for it to end, and say goodbye afterwards. On the rare occasion, it's a guy I actually know, and heaven forbid like because he's got more than just a cock for brains, we talk and laugh and have fun to start with. Then we go to the usual routine. Some of the women still enjoy it; for me, though, it's nothing special anymore. I am still waiting for that one guy to step out and do something different and new, but they never do. They won't; they all know what they want and like and aim to do that. After all, people believe it's only men who watch p**n, so wh

"No, I won't, even if you ask and I like your little titties." Kate blushes right down to her chest, "Thank you." She gets up and walks around the room as she talks, nervous, "I had a man on the other side, older, he was my first and I discovered I liked sex a lot, couldn't get enough. Then his wife caught us, and I had to leave. Sean got me this job; I owe him everything. But I was so fukin' horny all the time." "I understand. My ex-wife was a sex freak. We did it all the time, all over. But I wasn't enough. She got caught in a sixty-nine with a high school senior. We were both teachers and both got fired and blackballed."

“I just had the best lesbian sex of my life.” My mouth fell open. “Wait…what? Are you gay?” “I’m bi, babe. What’s there not to love about women?” She leaned back, counting on her fingers. “The ass? Soft, round, perfect to grab. The boobs? God, the way they bounce when she’s riding your face. The pussy? tastes like fucking heaven. But back to what I was saying…you should see the way this girl fucked my brains out.” She launched into it, voice dropping low and filthy.

“Every fucking inch of me inside you, stretching you, owning you. This pussy was made for my cock.” She sobbed. Her legs locked tighter around my waist. Her heels dug into my ass, forcing me deeper. The pleasure coiled like a live wire in my gut. It was hot and tight, almost painful. Her juices soaked us both, dripping down my balls, slicking my thighs, and pooling on the sheets. The scent of her, which was sweet, musky, and sex-drenched, filled my lungs with every breath.

“But I think we need to slow down a little and try something new together. Something I’ve been wanting to do with you.” She reached for the remote and turned on the large TV in their bedroom. She opened a hidden folder and selected a video. The screen lit up with two gorgeous women locked in an intense scissoring position — their pussies pressed tightly together, sliding and grinding in slow, wet circles. Their moans were loud, breathy, and real. One woman was on top, rolling her hips in perfect figure-eights while the other arched her back and gripped her thighs, their swollen clits rubbing visibly with every slippery movement.

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 craved more; she desperately needed more. Rebecca's hand drifted lower, a tantalizing descent as it slipped beneath the waistband of her skirt. Her fingers grazed Sammy's inner thigh with agonizing slowness that stole Sammy's breath. She bit her lip hard, stifling a moan that threatened to burst free, a thrilling sense of illicit desire consuming her. She felt undeniably wicked, profoundly sexy, and, above all else, utterly desired. “Look at me,” Rebecca urged, her fingers pausing momentarily, a subtle command that made Sammy ache for more. When their eyes locked, an electric current surged between them.