Woman Sex Stories Novels & Stories

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

Her hands trembled as she reached for her phone and called her assistant, Melanie. “Leah?” Melanie’s voice crackled with surprise, her tone laced with concern. “Is everything okay, Ms. Grant?” Leah’s throat tightened as she fought back the tears. “Yeah, I’m fine. Can you send the driver to pick me up? I think my marriage is just over.” “Over?” Melanie asked, surprised. “What happened? Did he cheat on you?!” Her voice suddenly hardened. “No,” Leah’s chest tightened at the thought, but she shook her head, her voice soft but full of pain, “He just wanted someone better.”

Finally, the Asian woman, in her late twenties, broke through the final barrier in our conversation, and spoke about sex. "My husband hasn't touched me since it happened," she said and I looked around and saw nodding heads, "I don't blame him though. I mean I wouldn't want to sleep with him if he spontaneously grew a vagina. But the problem is..." she started. And everyone knew what was hanging on her lip, but no one wanted to speak. I decided to take the plunge, to say the last thing that needed to be said. "But you want it more than ever?" I asked. And there was a sort of pandemonium in the room. Women were talking about their uncontrollable sexual desires and the sort of the strange situa

I did the same to her, my fingers slipping through her folds, gathering the slickness there, circling her clit with light pressure. We stayed like that for a long time, touching and kissing, occasionally sliding a finger or two inside each other just to feel the soft heat and the way the other woman’s breath would catch. Eventually the touches grew more purposeful again. She rolled onto her back and pulled me over her so that our legs scissored together, our centers pressed close. We ground against each other slowly at first, then with more urgency as the friction built. The wet sounds of our bodies moving together filled the room. Her hands gripped my ass, pulling me tighter against her. Mi

He offered. Men were easy to manipulate, they were so gullible, it disgusted her. Women were stronger, men were weak, emotionally and physically. They all thought with one thing; their sexual organ. She almost spat out disgustingly. "You'd rather I become your hoe over collecting a three million bribe?" Rob skovich's brows furrowed in confusion, "a three million bribe, I wasn't offered no such amount" Munawarrah stared in confusion before realization dawned on her, Samuel Joseph, the bastard!

The vibrations of her scream traveled down her throat, massaging his cock, and it was too much. He tore his mouth away, gasping. “I’m gonna—” “Not yet!” she commanded, sliding off him with predatory grace. She was panting, her skin sheened with sweat, her eyes wild. She turned, presenting her back to him, and bent over the arm of the sofa, spreading her cheeks wide with both hands. The view was obscene: her swollen, dripping pussy below, and above it, the tight, pink star of her asshole. “You said you didn’t know fucking a woman could be better,” she taunted, looking back at him over her shoulder. “Prove it. Fuck my ass. Come inside it.”

“Swallow, you disgusting toilet slut. And tell them why you’re here. Tell them what your boring husband would think if he saw his perfect little wife right now, tits covered in wax and cunt stretched around a stranger’s cock in front of the whole club.” I gulped down her spit and forced the words out between moans. “I’m here… because I’m a filthy… cheating… pain-whore… My husband thinks I’m asleep… but I’m getting my married cunt destroyed… in public… because I’m too weak and slutty to stay away… Please… please let your whore come…” The women cheered. One of the onlookers yelled, “Cover her in wax and make her fountain for us!” The older woman answered putting both candles at once. Hot wax r

"Don't stop, please, it feels so fucking good." Lisa grinned down at her, sweat on her forehead. "Yeah? You like that big cock stretching your tight little pussy? Tell me how much you want it." "I want it so bad," Sarah panted. "Harder. Fuck me harder with it. God, you're hitting my spot every time." I should have been pissed. I mean, my wife was cheating on me with her best friend, right there in our bed. But instead of yelling or storming out, my cock was already getting hard in my pants.

Her pussy was dripping wet. "My turn," she whispered to Clara. Clara got off Vincent's cock and Sara climbed onto his thigh. She sank down onto his cock in one smooth motion. A gasp escaped her lips as he filled her completely. “Oh fuck! I love it,” Sara cried out. She started riding her. Her full breasts bounced wildly with every movement. Vincent couldn’t take his eyes off them. He grabbed her waist, helping her bounce on his massive cock. Clara climbed onto Vincent’s face, lowering her soaked pussy onto his mouth. Vincent groaned loudly and immediately started licking and sucking her clit. His tongue plunged deep inside her.

he shouted, after me and I blew him a kiss in return while he dramatically staggered back like I attacked him. It made my heartbeat slow down a bit. I made it to the base described by a lady I had encountered in the elevator. Then I was accompanied by a brunette-haired woman whose lips are coated in her mouth after every sentence. She was talking like if she utters more than three words, she would be laid off. We got into a large room occupied by eight workers pressing away on their system and a huge projector displaying all the different royal brands. All of them were focused on whatever they were doing until the woman noisily hit the side of a vacant table with the bottom of her heel.