Sexy Stories For Woman Novels & Stories

Lexi They kept fucking me like that for what felt like forever—long, deep strokes that kept me teetering right on the edge without letting me fall. My whole body was shaking, sweat slicking my skin, my pussy making the wettest, most obscene sounds every time they bottomed out. I could feel their cocks throbbing inside me, both of them fighting their own orgasms, veins pulsing against my walls. “Please… please…” I was crying now, actual tears of overwhelming pleasure and frustration. “I can’t hold it… I’m gonna cum… I’m so close… Zach, Julian, please let me cum…”

she whispered, her touch bold yet gentle. I gasped, the vibration jolting through me, my legs trembling as the sensation ignited a fire deep within. “Silence is key,” the purple-masked woman teased, her fingers joining the toy, slipping under my panties to rub my clit, stretching me with two digits. The risk of discovery amid the masked crowd fueled my arousal, and I bit my lip, stifling a moan as the red-masked woman knelt, tugging my panties down, her tongue licking my folds with a deliberate hunger, sucking my clit with a skill that made my knees buckle. The blue-masked woman moved behind, her hands sliding up my back, unfastening my gown to let it fall, exposing my breasts to the cool ai

This is it. I was about have sex on my kitchen island with a man I met a few days ago. Nothing crazy about that of course. I tried not to think about it too much, so I mainly focused on my body and how much on fire it was. Tristan was a great kisser, that's for sure. The way he gripped the back of my neck with one hand and my waist with the other drove me crazy. The way he moved his lips in a rhythmic manner on mine pushed my feelings to a certain ecstatic high that was enough to drive me insane.

“Since I was seventeen. Older women are my thing. Married ones especially. They’re always so pent up, so grateful when you give them what their husbands won’t. They come harder, beg louder, do things they’d never admit to in the daylight.” The words hung between them, heavy with implication, her pussy clenching so hard she had to shift in her seat, her thighs slippery now, her nipples aching for his mouth. He knew exactly what he was doing, exactly how his words painted pictures in her mind of him taking her the same way, and the smirk that followed told her he saw every flush, every squirm.

Fuck. Ellen and Selena аrе bоth tall but this woman hаd to be one of the tallest ladies I have ever seen. Shе wаѕ wеаring high hееlѕ and it mаdе her long lеgѕ look еxtrеmеlу long and hоt. I so wаntеd tо ѕее hоw hеr lоng legs connected to hеr nаkеd аѕѕ. Hеr red hаir was cut short аnd she was breathtakingly beautiful. I wаѕ pissed at the miѕѕеd opportunity to fuck her pussy. Damn.

"It's a fact that a woman sleeps with five men. She's a whore, used, dirty, and easy. A guy, though, sleeps with 20 in the same timeframe, and bravo, he's amazing, he's good, and it's funny." She's not wrong; many do see it that way, but she's also wrong. "People who see it differently purely because he's a man are sexist pigs. Their view makes no difference." I don't care how many men have used her for their pleasure. It won't stop me from falling in love with her every day I see her. "And you?" She whispers, and I peer at her. "What is your story? Or are you the sane, unbroken one? The one who has nothing but light in his life?"

“What is she talking about?” He didn’t answer. His jaw clenched. His silence was worse than any confession. Celeste’s laughter split the air again, high and cruel. “Ah, there it is. The silence that damns.” She spread her arms wide, as though presenting us on some twisted stage. “The lover who bleeds for you, Aria, but bleeds secrets too. Tell me, how long will your lust last when you realize it’s built on lies?” Julian finally snapped, his voice breaking like thunder. “Enough!”

Combined with Fin's shaft in my arse and the werewolf king's hand on my cock, I felt like crying out from intense pleasure. "You love it, don't you?" The vampire king whispered into my right ear. "I bet you have been fantasising about being taken by three men." He tugged on my nipples just as the werewolf king took my shaft into his mouth. I cried out from the pleasure. It was too much. Fin's thrust picked up. His tempo was as fast as the werewolf king's mouth on my shaft. I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head from intense pleasure.

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.

One touch and my cock already flinched. “Fuck…” I groaned. Her hands and fingers are soft like cotton. With her eyes burning with so much lust and in combination of innocence, I fired up even more. “I’m a better sucker than your wife. Even than your boyfriend, Mr. President.” She then swallow me wholly and widely that I had to stop myself from being shock. “Shit!” Damn! This girl is so fucking good! All I knew was she’s so full of innocence. But the saying is really true. Those who have innocent face are the ones who have better skills in sex and oral.