:Erotica For Women

So we played strip poker, drunk and giggling. I’d never been much good at the game, but then neither were my opponents. I lost my skirt but then Richard had to remove his shirt not long after. He then lost his socks to Deano, who opted to take off his pants.

As the night wore on, our giggles subsided. A strange awareness took hold of us. I found myself trying not to look at Deano’s impressive biceps, cast into shadows by the overhead lamp. And I became increasingly aware of Richard’s incongruously light chest hair and pierced nipple.

They too were nervous. I felt their eyes on me as I studied my cards, sitting there vulnerable in my bra and panties, my nipples becoming involuntarily hard…

This is an excerpt from the story Strip Poker, erotic fiction written exclusively for For The Girls.

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I looked at Adam again, magnificent in his nakedness and not giving a damn. Mad impulse took over. I decided I didn’t care if the whole world saw us nude. I wanted to go outside.

So I stripped off my top and skirt, unhooked my bra and stepped out of my panties, feeling a weight lift from me. I could feel a low throbbing in my pussy and knew that the whole thing was turning me on.

With a yell I launched myself into the rain, squealing as the cold, hard drops pelted against my warm skin. Goosebumps raised themselves instantly, and my nipples stood to attention, but a rush of adrenaline kept the cold at bay. I hadn’t run in the rain since I was eleven, and it felt amazingly good.

Laughing, I ran after Adam, meaning to kiss him, but he dashed out of reach and taunted me, thrusting his hips so his cock wagged about ridiculously…

This is an excerpt from “Wet Week”, an exciting new erotic short story found exclusively at For The Girls.

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“Don’t worry, I’ll get it,” Ben said, surveying the carpet. “It must have gone under the table.” Before I knew it he’d disappeared, sliding under the floor-length tablecloth in seconds.

“Have you found it?” I asked, and then caught my breath as I felt his hand trace its way underneath my skirt and up my thigh. “What are you doing?” I whispered urgently, looking around the restaurant to see if anyone was looking. The relatively small number of diners seemed to be uninterested, and the waiters were all in the kitchen.

Ben didn’t reply. Instead he pushed my skirt up to my waist, and his fingers began to pry my panties to the side…

This is an excerpt from Eating Out, an erotic story available exclusively at For The Girls.

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The alcohol makes me bold. I sit close to him and put my hand on his thigh, feeling the muscle beneath his jeans. He smiles and nuzzles my cheek, and then pops a slice of cheese into my mouth. The texture is crumbly and the taste is sharp. It doesn’t really match the bottle of champagne we’ve bought, but I don’t care. I want him in my mouth right now.

I think about the way we made love last night. It was quick and intense. He’d pushed into me urgently, his fists knotted into the sheets, and I’d moaned and grunted each time he thrust, harder and harder. My cunt wrapped around him, took everything he had to give. The sheer animalistic nature of it made me hot, and I came quickly.

Now the memory makes my cheeks flush, and my crotch becomes moist.

“Let’s go for a walk among the vines,” I say with a wink.

This is an excerpt from Taste Test, a sensual erotic story written exclusively for For The Girls Erotica for Women ezine.

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Lisa’s voice trailed off in surprise. Jake was standing before her, ludicrously wrapped in a huge piece of red silk, a long green ribbon twisting around his chest and ending in an elaborate bow. His bare arms were open in a gesture of extravagant announcement. She stifled a giggle.

“Unwrap me,” he said, grinning foolishly.

“Unwrap you?” Lisa asked, slightly incredulous.

He shrugged. “Well, I know it’s a couple of days before Christmas, but I just couldn’t wait. And besides, we’ll be at my mothers on Christmas Day.”

She laughed and, suddenly caught up in the moment, set to, reaching for the bright green bow at his shoulder. She felt a shiver of anticipation, knowing that beneath the soft wrappings lay the hard, muscular body of her man. Even his scar was covered, but not for long…

This is an excerpt from Unwrap Me, an erotic story found only at For The Girls Erotica for Women.

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Elise is a beautiful woman. She has liquid brown eyes and shining dark hair that curls around her face. Her skin is almost too perfect; it’s like the kind you see in beauty magazines. She has a wide mouth and very kissable lips. I think a lot about kissing those lips, actually. Her body is lithe and well proportioned, an efficient mélange of curves and muscle. She casts a Hollywood kind of shadow.

And I want her. I want to smell her hair and take off her clothes. I want to touch her bare warm skin and taste it, to push my fingers into her wet pussy and feel the smoothness of her cunt.

I get wet just thinking about that…

This is an excerpt from “Longing For Elise” an erotic story found exclusively at For The Girls ezine.

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It’s a wonderful thing, being horny and possessed by laughter at the same time. I hurried to do what he said, stepping out of my skirt and panties, giggling all the while.

“Bend over the bed!” he said firmly. “The Lord of the Feather Duster will have his way with you!”

I obeyed, pressing my face into the quilt and presenting my bare ass to his view. By now my pussy was dripping wet. We’d never done anything like this before, but I’d sometimes fantasized about it, imagining scenarios with him in control. I’d even mentioned it once, although nothing came of it then. So far I liked it.

Soon my giggles subsided, replaced with quickened breathing…

This is an excerpt from Feather Duster, an erotic story exclusive to For The Girls women’s erotica ezine.

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