The only thing better than curling up in bed with a glass of wine and a good read? When that read contains captivating characters, thrilling plots, and scenes so steamy, even the Duke of Hastings would blush. But here's the thing: While there's an erotic tale for just about every taste and turn on , finding something that turns you on can involve skimming a lot that really isn't your speed, especially if it's your first time picking up a racy read. And that's exactly why we've gathered 15 of the best erotic short stories.
15 Erotic Short Stories for Women by Women
Fetish Stories - Literotica
As a young girl I was always looking for ways to please my mom and dad, they have always been the greatest people in the world. My mom is a nurse and my dad is a. Hello to S4S readers here. Greetings from John Pseudo name and I live in Bangalore. My age is 30 years and I am of medium body build. The story I am sharing today is something happened few weeks ago.
I'm that sort of girl
This story from Fridagirl has been read 7 9 1 6 times. I'm that sort of girl Written by Fridagirl , on , genre fetish I turned over in bed and pulled the pillow down from under my head and thrust it hard into my crotch, crossed my thighs and humped it, feeling its rougher edges, where the sewing was, rubbing where my clitoris was and with each movement until I experienced that very nice feeling. My parent's divorce just before my eighth birthday, was, according to our doctor, what spurned on my precocious puberty. Suddenly, having breast buds and pubic hair on display, for my father's friends, who were becoming frequent visitors, became my entry into their lives on Saturdays, carrying beer and sandwiches, scantily clad in revealing outfits, sometimes with nothing more than a huge smile on my cherub face and saw me being passed around the assembled men for kissing and fondling sessions, and these, were not only encouraged by my father, but he himself would fondle me intimately.
Sunlight peaks in around the window ledge, streaming through the shear curtains and warming my hand. I slowly waken, It was a sweltering day in late May. The humidity in the air was thick and heavy. Sarah had just finished at the gym