Soft Porn Stories For Women Novels & Stories

Janice was tired of this. Every afternoon she curled up on the couch with her tablet, devouring filthy stories about women who got fucked the way they truly needed — rough, hungry, shameless. Her hand would slip into her panties, fingers frantically rubbing her swollen clit until she came in quick, disappointing waves. It was never enough. Months ago, her husband had made sure of that. He’d discovered her small stash of toys and exploded. “What kind of wife needs that shit?” he’d yelled. “Are you saying I don’t satisfy you?”

The thought made her pulse quicken, like she was holding a secret that wasn’t meant to be found. She hesitated only a moment before sitting cross-legged on the floor and flipping the cover open. Inside, in messy handwriting, was a title scrawled across the first page: “Collected Stories — From Women, For Women.” Chloe blinked. The handwriting was feminine, rushed, and almost secretive. She turned the page and read the introduction, scrawled in looping letters:

I whispered in her ear then bit it a little. “Do whatever you want, Manuel! You can use my body anytime and anywhere. I can replace your wife in bed. Ugh!” She was so good at talking dirty that her words were enough for me to cum again. Her legs trembled in unison of mine and cummed too. But I wasn’t finished yet. I wanted more. I took both of our semen and used it as lubricant in her ass. “Have anyone fucked this beautiful ass of yours?” I asked.

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—"

They had dived into their favorite topic of discussion, their boyfriends. “Gideon is sooo good! He literally makes me come every time, every fucking time” Lauren said, fanning herself. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Here we go again. “Me too!!!!” Helen giggled, eyes wide with excitement. “Brian does this thing with his tongue, and, oh my God, my eyes roll! I literally have to beg him to stop” They yapped none stop for hours. Who was better in bed. Who had a bigger dick. Who was freakier, Who ate pussy better. It was getting damn annoying because , my lovely boyfriend, was shit.

He was supposed to cave, supposed to let the heat take over, but he just sat there, cold despite that. When he spoke, it wasn't what I expected. “Do you think I care for a used property?” My breath hitched at his cruel but true words. I forced a grin, but it felt wrong on my lips. “But this used property knows the way to make you feel good. Trust me, I'm better than virgins.” I'd gotten enough comments from men to last me a lifetime. I got told just how good in bed I was and how I always drove them mad.

“It came from my college days, Delilah. All the stories we’d hear about these whoring, loose girls screwing boys all over school, while acting like saints. The nymphomanic harlots cursed with the spirit of sex, the sluts who were hungry for cock as breakfast, lunch and dinner. I never thought I’d enjoy writing about such horrible women and fantasies years later. “Okay?” Delilah was uninterested in her story. “What’s the inspiration?” “I bought some of the material from the dark web.” She shrugged “And I’ve been researching for months. You’d be surprised what you can find when you start digging deep enough.” She said calmly while looking Delilah dead in the eye.

"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."

, Samanta thought as she noticed she was blushing. Dominik laughed out loud again from her idea, not to mention the frightened look she had on her face. “No. I’m not a porn star” he cleared it out immediately. “Besides, according to recent studies, 90% of women are interested, in fact, very much so, in pornography. Also, if I were in porn I could not say women are not interested in what I do, everybody loves sex.