Sexy Story For Women Novels & Stories

Sex With Your Best Friend Intro- After being straight for 26 years of her life and even being married to her abusive controlling husband, Karen has now found love and it's with surprisingly a woman and her best friend Roxanne. Roxanne led her down the hallway, her hand under Karen’s elbow in an old-fashioned gesture that threatened to make Karen melt even further. She was melting. Her panties were sticky and wet, covered in fluids from her damp core and slippery wet pussy. Her whole body was too hot, so hot she needed desperately to fling off her clothes.

Roman pushed through the heavy velvet curtain into the private room that was assigned to him, his pulse already hammering from the club's thumping bass. The air was thick with the scent of perfume, sweat, and money. His coworker had sworn this place delivered exactly what his wife refused to give him anymore. The raw, no-limits release and passion he no longer got in his marriage. His wife Elara had lost passion for sex and he had forgotten what he felt like to get fucked without the use of his hands.. The moment his eyes landed on Alison, every frustration from the office and the cold, sexless bed at home sharpened into pure, animal need.

Travis's hands joined Jenna's, his touch firm and confident as he explored her body, his lips brushing against her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Sadile was dimly aware of her clothes being removed, of the cool air against her skin, but her focus was solely on the pleasure coursing through her veins. Jenna's lips found hers again, a deep, passionate kiss that left Sadile breathless. "Are you ready, darling?" she whispered, her eyes dark with desire. Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. She was ready, more than ready, to surrender to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown pleasures that Travis and Jenna promised.

Perhaps she felt bored. And then, she saw it. A painting, a breathtaking depiction of two lovers locked in an unrestrained, intimate dance. The man gripped the woman tightly, her arms pinned above her head in a surrender that spoke of trust and desire. The expression on her face, a moment of pure ecstasy, stirred a primal instinct within her.

Although he already wears loose clothes she looks sexy because of the sweat that sticks to her body. Eric felt his body heat up as his adam apple started moving up and down. The woman next to him was both attractive and annoying. Moreover, her sexy lips are very tempting to any man including Eric. Eric didn't expect this Latin girl to be able to make her mind mess up, but she could make her angry and happy at the same time. "Sir, are you alright?" Cassandra asks Eric who's sitting uncomfortable next to her. "I'm fine, don't worry." Eric covers up his anxiety.

For the past Five years, i had only slept with one man. The idea of stripping down for another terrified me. I was far from a virgin when I met Nathan, but I had never thought about anyone else since then. Who would want me, anyway? I wasn’t the Greek goddess that Nathan fell in love with…young, fine, and tight. I was having gray hairs now, my tits were a little saggy and well my stomach that needed shapewear to look decent in anything. Not to mention, my pussy didn’t get wet without the help of lube most of the time. I’d be a hassle to anyone looking to be pleased sexually.

I found myself nodding along to the words coming out of her mouth. “Yeah,” I shrugged, chuckling a bit. “It’s wide how fast they carried the story. Turning me to some sort of master seductress who trapped three powerful men.” As if. “And even if you did, they should want to have your pussy. It’s a golden pussy.” Now that got me laughing. What the flying fuck.

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’ll get you a pair of my husband’s spare shorts to change into. You can’t keep training like this… all wet.” In twenty-three years of marriage, this was the most excitement I had felt in ages. No more mechanical, unsatisfying sex with Richard. No more faking moans while staring at the ceiling. For the first time in forever, I felt truly alive; desired, dangerous, and soaking wet with real anticipation. The thrill of pushing a much younger, stronger man to the edge of his control was intoxicating. Jax’s gaze dropped to my heaving breasts again, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides like he was physically restraining himself from touching me.