Woman Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Ann said “And what excuse did he give you for not showing up?” Martha said “Excuse? You wish” Ann replied sarcastically. “I met him having sex with another woman in his room” “What!!!!” Martha said, surprised. “Yes Martha. And guess who the woman was” Ann said waiting for Martha’s reply. “Just tell me who it is. You know I can’t guess”. She replied “ It's Jenny.” Ann said. “ which Jenny again? Your step sister??” Martha said.

My name was Catherine Alden, and ever since I was young, I had that enviable, perfect hourglass figure everyone coveted. Back in school, countless boys had stared at my ample chest, taunting me and calling me "Sexy Cat". After marriage, I became the perfect young wife who turned every man's head on the street. However, my husband, Frederick Shaw, had turned out to be all show and no substance. In less than six months of marriage, he left me alone in an empty bed while jet-setting around the world for business.

Melissa’s heart pounded as she stepped into the dimly lit warehouse in Victoria Island. The underground kink party was invitation-only, and she had spent weeks working up the courage to come. At twenty-six, she was tired of boring boyfriends who fucked like they were scared to break her. She wanted more. She wanted to be used. Owned.

Lucas groaned beneath me, “and fuck her properly.” And that’s what they did. They took turns fucking every hole in my body until I was begging for mercy.... My name is Sylvia. I’m a widow in my forties, and these was my cum-stained confessions. Now tell me… did my words make you cum? Did you touch yourself while reading every filthy line I whispered. Did you spread your legs wide and imagine every one of those men using you the way they used me? Or was it the other way around?

“Yeah…but I have to tell you something. It really turned me on to see you there watching me. I haven’t cum that hard in a loooong time. “Really? Umm…you looked pretty uhh happy when you did cum.” She smiled. “Chrissy, can I ask you something?” “Sure” “Did you ever think about, you know, having sex with another woman?” Whoa, did I hear her right? “Well, yeah I have a few times, you?” She let out a big sigh and sat on the bed, suddenly relaxed. “Actually I have had sex with a woman before.” “Really?”

‎Austin's POV ‎I've been wanting to bang my girlfriend's mom crazily ever since the day I saw her naked while masturbating, thrusting a big fat dildo in and out of her juicy pussy. Her boobs were round and firm even though she's in her late 40's. ‎My girlfriend Juliet, is a very good girl, but too lazy in bed. She wouldn't give me the sex styles I want, always complaining that she's tired, and she doesn't last, always cummin too quickly, when I'm not even half satisfied yet.

Story 9: Sex With Mr Handsome Stranger. ~Liam~ “Stop it!” I yelled out angrily, my body shaking as I watched the woman I call my fiancée kiss a guy in front of me without any regard just to prove to me that I was not up to her standard, and I should be grateful that she was with me. Well, that's according to her words. “Liam! You don't fucking yell at me that way! Who do you think you are to yell at me?!”

I asked. Her eyes opened slowly, sharp and cool. “You always follow women home, Mr. Black?” “Only the ones who lie to me.” She didn’t blink. “You must have a lot of company, then.” “Not like you,” I said, voice lower than I meant. “You’ve got tells.” “I’m not playing poker.” “No,” I leaned in a little, “you’re playing something riskier. I just don’t know if the stakes are money… or blood.”

Ryan did not confirm nor deny it, but I could tell the truth from the guilty look in his eyes. The scorching summer day in June felt like winter to me. I held my breath in shock. What was I to Ryan, if that woman was his wife? "Stop faking it," the woman taunted me. Then, she went on to introduce me to the onlookers. "Ladies and gentlemen, take a good look at this homewrecker! She snatched my husband from me, and she had the audacity to ask him for an apartment."

Hence, I asked the woman kindly, "Did the HR department not pay you the compensation for firing you according to your employment contract?" The woman could only stammer in response. Tears began flowing down her cheeks at that moment. Soon, she was crying so hard that she could barely breathe. Amidst her sobs, she made sure to shout at me in a cutesy voice, "So what if you're rich?" With that, she ran away once again. I finally understood what was going on. That woman was another one of my many crazed admirers. She was purely acting out of the ordinary just to attract my attention.