Any Sex Novels & Stories

This causes my thoughts to turn in another direction. Sex.

“So, you’d prefer it if I made you feel good and said ‘okay, now my turn’?” “No, but it would be a little more truthful.” “I can’t believe I’m having the talk with you after the encounters we’ve just had,” Suddenly, she’s turned a vibrant red. And I love her all the more for it. Mouth hanging open. Gloved hands gripping her knees. And I scoot to the side a bit if only to take a better look at her. “With the right person, sex is about intimacy not getting off.” “We haven’t had sex.” “Sex can mean a lot of things,” I straighten her cap, if only to stop my hands from wrapping around the back of her neck and tugging her mouth to mine. “We most certainly have had sex.”

This is just consensual sex between a man and a woman who are both feeling a little lonely at the moment and are in need of a bit of adventure in a foreign land. Nothing more.

Most of the answers said the same thing: "S*x." I have an idea what s*x it. Man and woman do it to reproduce another human being. But some do it for entertainment because they said it's enjoyable. I heard it's when they use their female and male organs together. So out of curiosity, I searched more about it. There are words explanation about it but since there are videos, I watched them instead. After my research, I don't think s*x is that good.

More… special. Picking up her masher she gets back to work on the potatoes. "The thing about sex…" she smiles when she sees me cringe. "I know it feels weird to be talking to me about this. But you've met my husband and son. No topic is off limits around here." I smirk. "The thing about sex is it has multiple uses. It can be used as a physical release and for relaxation. It can be used to express love and intimacy. But it can also be used as a weapon. In this case, it was used as a weapon against you." "I feel like I shouldn't be making such a big deal about it. Like it's just a stupid naked picture, so who cares, ya know?"

Once they all had heard the others also having sex, it was as if a mental conversation had been had and they all subconsciously decided that they didn't care and openly started having sex. April and Kevin threw off the covers, got into doggy style position and starting fucking each other with great enthusiasm. Nikki had James lay back on the bed as she straddled him and bounced up and down on her husband, who grabbed on to her ass and thrust up into her as she slammed down on to him.

“It’s sexy. But it’s more than that. You’re figuring out what actually turns you on and what doesn’t. Most people never even get that far because they’re too busy worrying if they’re weird, or wrong, or too much.” I swallowed, leaning back against him. “You make it sound easy.” “It should be,” he murmured, his mouth brushing my ear, his hand sliding slow over my stomach. “Sex isn’t supposed to be a game you’re scared of losing. It’s supposed to be fun, messy, filthy, honest. No shame in finding out what feels good and what doesn’t. That’s the point.” My breath caught, the words sinking deeper than I expected. “You really believe that?”

“ No. Well, it was the best I have ever had in years. In my dream, I woke up to see you standing beside my window, you were staring at me with this cute smile you always give to me. I was. . . I was getting uncomfortable with the way you stood there so, I invited you to lay with me. But honestly, I didn’t just want you to lay with me. .” She paused for a while and he looked interested to know what next she was going to say. “. . .I wanted you on me and. . in me. But, I didn’t let it continue, so I woke up.” “ Why?” He asked with a smile. “ Because. . . it wasn’t real. It was just a dream.” “ You want a real one?” He asked. To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

“But Hux, you have to realize that you can’t keep harassing me. I’ve given you my answer. And I haven’t changed my mind.” “I am sorry. I just find it unbelievable that you’re saying no to some really, really good sex.” She huffs. “I don’t know how you can be so sure of yourself. Where do you get all that confidence?” “I’m not talking about me. I’m talking about us. Sex is just a series of physical instructions—put tab a) into slot b). Or c). Or possibly d) if you’re really lucky. And then move up and down a bit.”

That made me swallow hard. And then, before I could stop myself, I blurted it out. “Sometimes… during sex, I don't feel like myself.” His expression didn’t change at all. No surprise, no judgment. I continued, my voice trembling. “It’s like… I’m still there, but not really. I’m staring at the ceiling, feeling numb, just waiting for it to be over. It’s like I hit pause on myself, and my body just... goes through the motions. And afterward, I don’t feel real. I feel used, even if they were gentle.”