Short Erotica For Women Novels & Stories

The door was slightly ajar and what I saw shook me to the core. My sister was sitting with her legs spread apart without any panties . She was still wearing the skirt though and fingering her pussy while messaging her boobs, encircling her fingers around her nipples. “Aaahhhhghhghh….” she moaned. That moan at that sight was a sexual awakening for me.

Suddenly the woman leaned forward, pointing the cock upward with her hand, placing it between her boobs. “Ahh...” Sienna smiled. “Tittyfuck!” Indeed it was. The voyeur woman slid those dainty fingers in and out of her runny slit. It was an amazing scene to behold. These random boobs being squeezed and squished around this random cock; the girl lifted and lowered her body, stroking the shaft with her boobs as it were. Sienna loved it! The sight of a lean, sexy body being subjugated by a rigid penis. Down on her eyes, pleasuring the man whether he wanted it or not.

"Tell me what you find hot about it." "I like what I saw them doing in the preview." "Is that it?" I asked. She glanced at me and tried to read my face. "You sure?" she asked. I nodded. She looked back to the screen where the two were standing and kissing and groping slowly. "He's really good looking. He's got a great body." She paused for a second, hesitating. "He's got a really sexy cock." On screen. the woman had just, as if on cue, released the man's cock from his trousers. It was very long, and quite thick. Circumcised. The woman on screen began to stroke it.

she said, her voice a sultry purr. "Would you mind if I use this?" Before he could respond, Bianca positioned the instrument at her pinkish swollen pussy, her eyes never leaving his as she slowly pushed it inside. She whimpered, her body rocking with the sensation, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm as she began to fuck herself with the instrument. Dr. Kendrick's eyes widened, and Bianca could see the bulge in his pants growing, his dick straining against the fabric of his scrubs.

She reaches down and rubs my clit in perfect circles while Darius thrusts harder. I moan into her pussy as my orgasm builds fast. "Come for us Liora," Darius groans. The woman grinds faster on my face and presses harder on my clit, I explode hard. My body shakes violently as waves of pleasure crash through me. My pussy clenches tightly around Darius and I moan loudly into her wetness. They switch positions, the woman moves between my legs and begins licking my sensitive pussy with long slow strokes. Her tongue feels different but incredibly good, she sucks my clit gently then harder while pushing two fingers inside me.

she muttered. "You watch a lot of porn?" Clara chuckled. Shamira nipped Renata's ass with her teeth. "I had a lot of spare time on my hands." Renata got on her knees behind her lover and shoved the dildo into her sex from behind. "Not anymore," she whispered, barely audible over the falling water.

The kind of app people used when they didn't want messages traced. Unknown sender. This message will disappear after viewing. I shouldn't have opened it. But my fingers moved on their own. "Fuck yes—ride my cock just like that—" A woman's pornographic moan. The wet, obscene slap of flesh pounding against flesh. "God, your pussy is so fucking tight—so much better than that frigid bitch would ever be—" "She's probably never even touched herself—that repressed little virgin—I bet her cunt is dry as a desert—" "Forget her—fuck—I'm gonna cum so deep inside you—"

Sandra, an 18-year-old voluptuous woman, sat at her desk in the quiet office, her mind wandering to her favorite pastime – self-pleasure. Her body was a work of art, with ample curves in all the right places. Her breasts, full and heavy, strained against her blouse, and her wide hips and thick thighs filled her chair. But what really set Sandra apart was her surprisingly tiny, tight pussy, a secret treasure hidden beneath her generous figure. As the last of her coworkers trickled out, Sandra's fingers began to dance across her keyboard, opening a discreet folder on her computer filled with her favorite erotic stories and images. She knew she shouldn't be doing this at work, but the risk of g

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

“It’s the same energy. Worship it. Tease it. Make her drip down your chin before you even put a finger inside.” She stood up gracefully, hooked her thumbs into her long skirt, and slid it down her thick thighs. Black lace panties followed, revealing her completely. Her pussy was smooth, puffy, and already glistening with arousal. My mouth watered. Elara sat on the edge of the velvet-covered table, spreading her legs wide. The crystal sphere sat beside her like a silent witness. “Come here,” she beckoned. “On your knees first.” I knelt between her thighs, staring at her wet folds. Her scent was intoxicating—sweet and musky.