Best Real Sex Stories Novels & Stories

He had my complete attention, teasing me when he told me, “Perhaps you could help me write a story about the sexual relationship I want to have with you?” Initially I didn’t believe him, though later that night when I looked up the websites he gave me he was telling the truth. For me his business books were a little dull. Conversely his p**n stories were very exciting and covered many sexual themes I was unfamiliar with. We quickly became lovers, Cecil introducing me to a whole new diverse range of sexual pleasures, though after a while I sensed his interest in me was waning. “Have you read any of my stories involving Sarah?, Cecil asked me one day.

Racheal and Justin stop by for visit, with a plan in mind. Enjoy.. ****** I have always had a very heavy sexual appetite. Even with a hot, sexy wife willing to do anything; I always seem to need more. Thus, the old adage that reality is stranger than fiction comes to mind. It is so accurate when applied to relationships and sex; it is wild what people will do, especially behind closed doors. The following is one more episode of my life, cluttered with sexual adventure. Amazingly, everything is true, except the names and some minor details that I just don't remember. The series of stories act as a sexual biography. On the surface, I have such a normal life...I go to work every day. But a coup

Then, louder, to me, “You gonna stand there staring or come say hi?” Gracy held my gaze while she stroked him lazily from base to tip. Once. Twice. His cock jerked in her fist, thick and dark, veins standing out under shiny skin. My mouth opened. Nothing came out. “You look shocked,” she continued, like we were discussing homework. “But it’s just sex, Em. Really good sex.” Uncle Marcus finally yanked his pants up, fumbling with the zipper. “Gracy, stop. This isn’t… Emily, I swear, I never meant—”

“So tight... so fucking wet.” They shifted to spooning on their sides, his chest pressed to her back, one leg hooked over his. He entered her slowly from behind, the intimate position letting him kiss her neck and whisper directly in her ear while his hand worked her clit. “Feel that? Every inch of me owning you. You’re going to come again just like this... slow and deep.” The slow build turned frantic as he thrust harder, bringing her to yet another trembling peak. Finally, he stood and pulled her up with him for standing sex against the wall, lifting one of her legs high as he drove into her. Gravity and his strength made every thrust intense and overwhelming. “Hold on to me,” he ordered.

My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I can’t ignore. One gray afternoon, it was pouring rain outside. The library was dead empty. No one to bother me. I locked the front door early and turned the sign to closed. My hands were sweaty as I picked out my four favorite books from the back shelf. There was the pirate story with Captain Thorne, a tough guy who sails the seas and takes what he wants. Then the vampire book with Lord Draven, all dark and mysterious, with eyes that pull you in. Next, the cowboy tale with Buck, rough and ready from the wild west. And finally, the barbarian adventure with Garrick, a big brute who fights with his hands and conquers everything. E

WARNING! THIS IS A NON-CONSENSUAL STORY. PLEASE BE WARNED. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT AVOID THIS PARTICULAR STORY. As I mentioned, I write based on the prompts readers give if it's not too extreme. This doesn't mean the author supports this in real life. Note: There are limits I won't cross when writing these collections, so when you request a certain story, don't cross a certain line. I won't write it. CHAPTER 1 The bar smelled like spilt beer and old cigarettes. A few people were scattered around the tables. It was late August, and most of the town was at the county fair.

“Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.” Her words stung, but they also made my pussy clench harder around her fingers. Ria leaned down, kissing my neck, then my lips, as she pleasured me with skilled, relentless strokes. She added a third finger, stretching me wider, fucking me until I was moaning into her mouth and coming again. I came hard, shaking, and my juices were soaking the sheets. When I finally came down, panting and spent, Ria kissed my forehead. “But if you really want him… you’re going to have to prove you can take it.”

I jumped, spinning around. He was standing there in the dim lamplight, arms crossed, looking equal parts shocked and annoyed. “You can’t learn sex from videos. It’s not a chemistry class, for fuck’s sake. Those are actors, staged for cameras. Real sex? It’s messy, personal, about connection and communication. Not some formula you memorize.” My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I stood up, facing him. We were close…too close. Close to the point I could smell his body wash.

Lena sat on the couch across from us, legs spread wide, three fingers buried deep in her own pussy, masturbating furiously as she watched her best friend get used. “Look at her,” Lena moaned, eyes glassy with lust. “My married best friend tied up and gagged like a cheap whore while three men she barely knows use her body. Mark is sitting right behind that door, probably jerking his tiny dick, while his wife is getting her cunt eaten like a fucking buffet.” Jax added a third finger, stretching me open as he sucked my clit like a vacuum. I came violently, squirting all over his face and the table, my muffled screams barely contained by the gag.

2. PREYE Dad left years ago after the separation, so it’s just me and Mom back home. She’s been grinding through everything alone, and I’ve gotten damn good at hiding my secrets. I’m straight as fuck. Men do it for me hard,thick heavy cocks stretching my pussy wide open, gagging on dick until my eyes water and spit runs down my chin, that rough BDSM shit where a guy ties me up and treats my holes like his personal cum dump. Nothing beats sucking cock though. Feeling it throb and swell on my tongue, swallowing every thick rope when he’s earned it.