Accident Sex Stories Novels & Stories

ROSSI'S NEW OBSESSION. Heat crawls up my neck. I keep walking anyway, back straight and chin level like I don't hear the whisper from the left side of the room. "That's her." "She actually came to class." "I heard she met him at some charity thing." "No, coffee shop." "False info, it was a hotel." Amazing how quickly strangers invent your life once they think it belongs to them. I slide into my seat beside Clara. "You look exhausted," she mutters under her breath, not looking up from her tablet.

And with that, the air lightened again. They fell into chatter, easy and almost too natural. Miguel tossed little remarks about the academy, the dreadful math lecturer, the bland cafeteria meals that even Drake managed to laugh at. Drake, in turn, shared pieces of himself he hadn’t realized he could, small stories, quiet details, and thoughts that might have sounded ordinary but felt like confessions in the intimacy of that car. It was strange, how comfortable it was and slowly their conversation shifted to their personal life. And then, almost without warning, Drake’s voice cut into the ease.

Tally focused on her work for a while before her thoughts eventually drifted back to her personal life. As she had been pondering Ryan’s sex life, it made her reflect on her own. Tally had always believed that her experiences were typical, dismissing the stories she read in magazines or heard from Ryan’s previous partners, as exaggerated or unconventional. However, now she couldn’t help but cringe inwardly at the notion of her sex life with Blake being called “normal.” In reality, she could now see it was more accurately described as boring.

"You're sick in the head. Do you know that? You're insane. I didn't have sex with your brother. Why would you accuse me of doing that?" "I've got evidence, Avelina. Pictures. I have them all." "I didn't have sex with Benjamin or Giovanni. Who told you all this?" I gritted out, wiping my tears. "Who has been feeding you all of this lies? Ibe never been with another man since you!" "Shut up, you lying bitch!" He threw pictures, lots of them at my face and they all fell to the ground. There were pictures, more specifically, pictures of me.

I’m still dripping from last night when the elevator doors slide open on the top floor of Apex Tower. My legs feel shaky, like my body hasn’t forgotten the way he pinned me to that hotel mattress and fucked me so deep I saw stars. I told him it was one night only. No names. No strings. Just two strangers chasing the kind of release that leaves you ruined for anyone else. I slipped out before sunrise, heart pounding, already promising myself I’d forget him.

"I don't know. It's not that simple. I want to be, like, really into it, you know?" "No, girl," she shakes her head. "I don't know. Why don't you just get it over with? Fuck one of your cam guys. Fuck him on camera. It's just sex. Once you do it, it doesn't feel like such a big deal." Samantha has slept with three guys, and prided herself on being a self-described "slut." I think it made her feel worldly, to know about sex.

My body moved slightly with every shift, my control slipping little by little. “Please…” I breathed, barely audible. But he didn’t stop. The pressure built inside me again, stronger this time, making my chest rise quickly and my lips part as I struggled to stay silent. My head fell back slightly against the door, my eyes closing as I tried to steady myself. “I can’t…” I whispered weakly. My body trembled, my legs shaking slightly as everything became too much to handle. “Fuck.." he moaned as I felt him explode in me ,he removed his flaccid cock. I let out a deep sigh as I slid down the back of the door knowing I just had the best sex of my life.

The orgy spread like wildfire. A tall, muscular male grabbed one of the younger females and bent her over a fallen log. He drove into her pussy in one savage thrust, knot swelling almost immediately. She screamed in pleasure, pushing back onto him, begging for more. Another male stepped up behind the first , sliding his cock into the first male’s ass while he continued rutting the female. Triple knotting. The sounds were obscene , wet slapping, growls, desperate howls. Selene finally lifted herself off Lucien’s knot with a wet pop. A thick river of his cum poured out of her, dripping down her thighs and onto his stomach. She stood, legs steady, and looked down at him.

I shrieked. He stood up and ripped his pants open. He was massive, his veins popping out, pulsing with pure desire. He didn't use a condom. He wanted to feel me, and he wanted me to feel him. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to the very edge of the desk. He guided himself to my entrance and shoved in with one hard, violent thrust that hit my soul. The raw sex was relentless. He started a brutal, fast pace. Thud. Thud. Thud. Every time he slammed into me, the desk hit the floor. The shared heat was overwhelming. I wrapped my legs around his thick waist, needing him to go even deeper.