Bedtime Sex Stories Novels & Stories

By the time we finished, I had cum around his big cock multiple times. I have never fancied sex but tonight was different, I enjoyed every bit of it. I never expected I was going to though. My legs were barely alive and my pussy was throbbing as I drifted off to sleep.

**Host’s Introduction** The lights dim even lower now. Some confessions are born from love. Others from greed. But the darkest ones… come from desperation. Tonight’s story is about a young woman who offered her body to save her brother. She thought it would be one month of hell. She had no idea she was signing away her soul to a man who collects women like trophies… and breeds them like property. Welcome to the confession of Lila Kane. --- **Story 2: Debt of Flesh**

Lila’s hands trembled as she stepped into the dimly lit luxury suite on the 28th floor. The city lights sparkled through floor-to-ceiling windows, but her focus was on the five men waiting for her. All tall, powerfully built, dark-skinned, and exuding raw confidence. They wore nothing but loose silk robes that did little to hide the heavy outlines of their cocks. This was it , her fantasy made real. At 29, married for six years to a man whose vanilla sex life had left her starving, Lila had finally said yes to the anonymous booking.

The jealousy I’d felt earlier had completely melted into something hotter, something that made every touch feel electric. We came again and again. Different combinations, different positions. Sweat and wine and pure lust mixed together until everything blurred. Eventually, hours later, we all collapsed in a sweaty pile on the huge sectional and rugs. Limbs tangled and breathing slowly returns to normal. The fire had died down to glowing embers. I lay between Alex and Sophie, my head on Alex’s chest while Sophie’s arm draped over my waist. My body felt used and satisfied in the best possible way. “Best fucking weekend idea ever,” Ryan muttered sleepily from somewhere near my feet, making ever

The e-mail showed that Selena was Googling pornographic websites - specifically sites which catalogued and stored sex stories. As he checked the screenshots and the text which was being typed into the search bar, he found that she was looking for stories which dealt with S&M, dominance and submission, bondage and humiliation. The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later.

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as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

"You will not cum again until I say. Understood?" "Yes, Sir." "You will wear nothing to sleep. Plug yourself before bed. And leave the door open three inches." She nodded. "Yes, Sir." "You'll also submit one report to me every night before midnight." He tapped the phone in his hand. "It will be written. It will be filthy. It will be honest. Or I'll come in and make it honest." Ashley's knees nearly gave out. "Tonight's topic: Describe exactly how you came this morning. How you moaned. Where your hand was. What you said. And how many fingers you shoved inside yourself while crying my name."

“Eat me. God, your husband has no idea what a filthy slut his wife really is.” Norma moaned into her cunt, the shame only making her wetter. They fucked like that for hours, trying every position, using every toy Norma had brought — the wand buzzing against swollen clits, the strap-on filling them both, scissoring until their thighs were drenched and their voices hoarse. Every orgasm left them needing more, greedy for another, like the sex itself was a secret drug. When morning came, Norma’s phone buzzed with a text from her husband: Hope work isn’t too crazy. Can’t wait to see you tonight.

Anthony lay beside me, both of us staring at each other like nothing else in the world mattered. There was something different in his eyes. That wasn't just sex. Maybe it was because I had finally gotten my man back. After everything, we found our way back to each other. A smile spread on my lips, my eyes fluttering shut. Anthony chuckled. “Falling asleep again? Thought we would be at it all night.” I laughed. “What's the rush? We have tomorrow, and every day after that.” He coughed, the sound biting. I snuggled closer to him, ignoring the piercing silence that followed. Today had been one hell of a day. Good sex was the only sleep pill I needed.