Womens Erotica Novels & Stories

This was normal life now. Later that afternoon, I lay on a wide silk cushion under a flowering tree, reading one of the community’s ancient erotic scrolls. The illustrations were filthy and beautiful — women tangled in endless pleasure. My fingers idly stroked my own clit as I read, lost in the words. A woman with golden hair and a thick strap-on appeared beside me. She didn’t speak. She simply spread my legs, positioned the fat head of her cock at my entrance, and pushed inside me in one smooth thrust.

The room was filled with the sound of my extremely wet pussy slamming against his dick over and over again. He’ll start up fast and hard, hitting every spot and I could swear he touched my womb, then he’ll take it slow, teasing me , making me feel every inch of his dick, making my body go numb. I’ve never been fucked this good before . “Do you like it?”, he whispered behind my ear, driving in slowly. “Yes”, I moaned out almost crying. “Yes what?” “Yes Mr Tom”. “Fuck i love the way you call me that, tell me how much you love it “.

It was real, grimy, breathtaking passion. As a woman reading it, I didn’t feel objectified; I felt seen. You talked about a female body experiencing pleasure with a shocking, refreshing honesty. The multiple orgasms, the different kinds, the frantic one against the mirror, the slow, intimate one on the chaise, the overwhelming, tearful one, the final screaming release. You charted a whole geography of pleasure.

She fucked herself hard while her other hand pinched and twisted her aching nipples, her brain replaying the feel of marcus strong hands on her breasts from the slip earlier, his powerful body pressing against her. His image in her mind pushed her over the edge. She came hard, biting her lip to stay quiet, her body shaking with the first real orgasm she’d had in years. The guilt hit immediately afterward, but the pleasure lingered, leaving her breathless and shocked at how vivid the fantasy had been. The fire instead of being quenched, was highly ignited…Tamara wanted more…..wanted those strong hands to grip her boobs tightly……she wanted him to dominate her. The principal's wife slutty Era j

I grunted, my pecs straining, my abs solid as the little girl rode me like a cowgirl. And reader, she was fucking loving it. Teresa was now moaning in ecstasy, her head thrown back like a wild woman as she was fucked from below. Her hands reached up to roll her nipples, pulling and tugging at that sensitive flesh as my dick violated her, the obscene sight of my massive pole disappearing again and again into that tiny cunny driving me over the edge.

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

Once we got into the main discussion, it was revealing to see what bits the other girls liked and did not. One section had an all-too-brief liaison between two women; personally I would have loved to have seen more of this, 4 out of the 6 of my friends weren't bothered by it but weren't overly turned on and one friend had admitted it had turned her on and that it had taken her by surprise. I was surprised that so few of us were drawn to the physicality and sensuality of other women. I myself find both women and men attractive, but the pastime of pleasuring a woman is a hard one to beat.

She thrusted her fingers fast stretching and fucking herself hard, moaning softly. Dave came in early today, heading to his room when her loud moans got to his ears. “Arghhhh…. Fuckk…. Yeahhhh” she moaned as she curled her fingers faster. He knows his dad won’t be home. “She must be a cheating bitch” he said to himself, tiptoeing to her bedroom. Her door was wide open, and he saw she was alone. He has never watched a woman touched herself, except in pornos. He drooled at the sight of her fingers curling in her dripping pussy.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

Cristina's POV. "Ahhh, Mmmm." A loud gasp came from the other side of the door, followed by rasped heavy breathing. That was exactly what I needed. Heat bloomed low in my core as I shoved the door open. The scene before me was like something out of my wildest fantasies and my nipples hardened under the tight leather gown I'd thrown on. In a corner was a woman, her legs spread far apart. One man pumped his fingers in and out of her wet cunt, making her quiver beneath him while another guy fucked her throat hard, slamming against her again and again as his groans escaped his mouth.