Best Erotic Sex Stories の小説・ストーリー

So he pushed her gently down on the bed and climbed over her. Seeing his strong body and stiff cock above her made her breathe heavily and begin to writhe under him. He was careful with everything, kissing her, fingering her, bringing her to a peak and then calming her back down. He watched her moan as she released years of yearning to be touched, until he didn’t think he could restrain himself any longer. As he pulled back, she started pleading for more. He quieted her with a kiss and slowly leaned into her, inch by inch, pressing himself into her, holding her down so she couldn’t wrap her legs around him and make him move faster, until he was deep within her. She moaned in the stillness of

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

"Is this what you wanted, Pearl? This surrender? This heat?" "Everything," she sobbed, her hips bucking back against me, seeking more depth, more friction. "I want everything from you." I reached around, my hand finding her clit and grinding against it with a cruel, steady pressure as I continued to drive into her. The double stimulation was too much. She let out a jagged, broken wail, her entire body seizing as she came, the walls of her pussy pulsing against me with a violent, beautiful intensity. The sensation pulled the seed right out of me. I let out a low, guttural roar, my body jerking as I spent myself deep inside her, pinning her to the desk until the last of the tremors faded into

“Adrian!” Soon he was done with me, while we both kept breathing loudly like our lives depended on it. Sex? It was both heavenly and pleasurable. And Adrian was the man who made me feel that to my core. I just fucked my patient. “Why are you staring at me like that?” he asked while I smiled. “Maybe because I just fucked my attractive patient.” We kissed, and this could be the end of the journey for the therapist and the patient’s story, but a new beginning for lovers who find their path.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

"Tell me how much better he is—how his cock owns you now." She did, her voice breaking into filthy cries. "Oh God, it's so much bigger than yours! He's hitting spots you never could—fucking me like the whore I am!" Richard flipped her onto all fours, pounding from behind, his hand cracking against her ass, leaving red marks. Her pussy clenched around him, milking that veiny monster, and she screamed my name just like I wanted. "Yes, baby! For you—our anniversary cum dump!" The room reeked of sex, sweat and pussy, her body trembling as another orgasm built.

"You like being my secret?" "Yes! Fuck, yes!" she cried out, her legs locking around my waist, pulling me even deeper. The raw sex was relentless. I was hitting her deep, over and over, my movements fast and heavy. Every time I slammed into her, she let out a loud moan, her body clenching around me. It was erotica in its purest form—just two bodies colliding in a way that was forbidden and perfect. I reached down, my hand finding the spot where we were joined, rubbing her clit as I continued to drive into her.

My voice was shaky as I spoke. I saw her smiling before she finally spoke, I black eyes were shining with something I couldn't quite name. No… the opposite of what I was wanting to hear from her… your writing was loving and powerful. I love your story because I love erotic stories myself and I'd like to talk more about it with you. “So are you free this weekend Come to my place Sunday at eight.” I felt my heartbeat increase is it the test that I don't want her to give me that she wants to give me in her house? Or is it something else? I asked myself.

What had he meant by when the lesson was learnt? My mind flashed back to the promotional video on his page, advertising him as an erotic tutor—a sex therapist, if one wanted to make it sound fancy. That video was nothing short of a p**n. Do you need to cum, Tessy? Rub your clit a little faster while you finger your pussy… No, darling, not like that. Like so. I almost wet my pants. His voice had been so low and gravelly, melting my insides and filling me up with intense heat.