Novel & Cerita Spicy Stories For Women

Chapter 2: I Got Handcuffed And Devoured By The Criminals I Was Supposed To Arrest The Spicy Cube is burning through my system like liquid fire. Every nerve in my body is alive. My skin feels too tight. My nipples are aching peaks. And my pussy — God, my poor neglected pussy — is throbbing so hard it almost hurts. I’ve never felt anything like this. Six weeks of celibacy have left me starving, and these two dangerous women are feeding on me like I’m their last meal.

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

I had turned on the massive wall-mounted screen in the bathroom and picked one of the resort’s exclusive erotic channels — a scene of two women passionately devouring each other while a well-hung man watched, stroking himself. The loud, wet moans and filthy dirty talk filled the steamy bathroom as I lathered my body. My nipples hardened under my soapy hands while I listened to the woman on screen beg to be eaten harder. By the time I rinsed off, my pussy was tingling again with fresh need.

The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Sadile Marconi, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames, sat at a secluded table, her green eyes darting between the pages of her textbook and the clock on the wall. The numbers seemed to mock her, ticking away the minutes until her next class, a class she was dangerously close to failing.

Becca, now beginning to wonder if she underplayed her hand, was also very excited at the possibilities. Being an avid fan of oral sex with other women, she enjoyed the thought of not telling some limp dick old man that he was attractive this weekend. Plus, she had never done more than the night like this before, but felt naturally comfortable around this woman. And after reading stories from other women online, fun weekends like this were sometimes life-altering experiences.

Which was shocking because I had never been turned on from a woman before. Maybe because I hadn't had sex in months. Yeah, that was it. "I'm really curious now." I pressed, ignoring the ache between my legs. "What kind of party are you planning?" She looked me square in the eyes, her hand white knuckling her phone. "It's a strippers party. Male strippers."

She's cracking that resolve like it's made of glass. I rub my temple, replaying the moments that have been haunting me. Her constant questions during meetings, innocent enough on the surface, but delivered with that soft, curious voice that sends blood rushing south every time. "Mr. WhitFord, why did we pivot on the acquisition strategy?" she'd ask, her pen tapping against her full lower lip, drawing my eyes there against my will. I'd snap back something curt, my voice gruffer than necessary, just to mask the way my cock twitched at the sight of her. Grumpy? Hell yes. It's my shield against this insane possessiveness that's taken root. I don't do attachments. Women are distractions, temporar

Mara dropped into the window seat like her body weighed a thousand pounds. Three straight days of workshops, crisis calls, holding other people’s pain until her own felt numb. She needed these five hours. Just noise in her ears and nothing else. She pulled out her phone, plugged in her headphones, and opened the playlist. The private one. No title. Forty-seven tracks of the stuff she never let anyone see. Women moaning loud and broken, filthy commands, wet sounds, her own breathy voice in a few recordings where she’d touched herself and whispered every dirty thing she wanted but never asked for out loud.

she had said on the first day of our meeting. We were several couples from all corners of America bunched up in this private villa. Taking instructions from a lady that looked barely older than the age of twenty. While she taught us the art of spicing up our marriages. Ouch! Yeah, that was exactly how it felt when I first heard it. I didn't particularly like that term or idea of spicing up my marriage. But I had to admit I and my husband, Connor, had been slacking in our genital meet and greet sessions which were becoming less frequent than a solid healthy erection on a man over the age of forty!

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”