The Empress and Her Lover
by M Butterfly
Copyright© 2021 by M Butterfly
Erotica Sex Story: She rides into the dusk. Seeking sexual pleasure, love and lust.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Masturbation Oral Sex .
She roamed the woods on her white horse and galloped across the village at dusk. She left a scent of mystery and pheromones in the air. Every man in the village wanted to have her, and every woman wanted to be like her. Desirable, dominant, sensual. She pose temptations to every man and women alike. Wearing nothing but a hooded cape and riding boots, she set out every evening, into the woods, as if she was chasing the sunset before the sun sank into the horizon.
Her long brown hair, sleeked through the front of her hood, nicely caressing her erotic face.
She loved to be provocative and stir up every cock that crossed her path. Her lips, plumped and soft, wore the sexiest hue of fresh pink. Naked, bare fair skin, she sat on her horse saddle. She would let her cape slip open, occasionally, exposing her thighs as she galloped passed the villagers, enticing fire in their pants. She enjoyed the attention and turned her on. Teasing was her favorite, as she would also get turned on by the men looking at her with desire.
Her sensuality, and free spirit could not be tamed. She longed to be loved, to be fucked and be someone’s fantasy. No one ever knew that she would chase the sunsets in search of love and lust. But she knew she would find a lover that would love her wildly.
She got off her horse, and stood on the mountain top, overlooking the village.Her body’s silhouette at sun fall, blended beautifully with the scenery. Slowly she slipped the hood of her cape and very gently would get undressed. She caressed her lips and savored the taste of her vagina on her fingers. She would do this as her other hand played with her nipples. Moaning as the sun was setting, and slowly getting on her knees, the deeper she went with her fingers as the tall grass caressed her clit.
Her moan was like a loud howl, like a wild beast that was in heat. You can hear her panting and groaning as it echoed into the air. She reached for her cape, folded some of it creating a penis like form. She laid over it and thrusted back and forth on it, rubbing against her clit, making her reach an orgasmic explosion that dripped down her inner thighs.
The woman behind the mystery, the hooded cape, found herself naked and satiated. So she though. She laid on the plain field. Legs opened, and wild hair. She felt the breeze between her legs, and a sudden stroke of a hand. Suddenly she felt the penetration of fingers, and the hands of a man that tamed her with just a look.
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