Bi Curious Sex Stories Novels & Stories

There might be two other people in the room, but in this moment, there's no one else on the planet but Cain and me. And I need him so bad, I'm gasping into the kiss he gives me, his hands delving into my panties to manhandle my bottom. It's unrestrained, this kiss. Cain fingers my back entrance while sucking my tongue into his mouth and I can't get enough. Can't get enough. When Cain tugs away and lays a finger across my lips, tipping his head toward the couch, I turn and find both men have dozed off.

She repeated, terrified at the thought of carrying a ghost baby, but deep inside her, she was also excited. Their sexcapades continued for weeks and he will always fill her with his cum. The ghost didn't care where she was. He will always follow her around and fuck her even with other people present or if she was in public. Ome time, she was in a public restroom when he followed her inside and fucked her with other ladies using the other cubicles. They will go at it like rabbits when Bianca is sleeping in the other room, and she was screaming her lungs out. Thankfully, Bianca was a heavy sleeper.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

He tossed the book onto the bed beside her, its pages splayed open to an illustration of a woman arched beneath a man, his cock buried deep inside her. Ánh Nguyệt's breath hitched. Her fingers twitched against the sheets. "Look at it," Duy Nam commanded, voice low. She did. The arousal was instant—her cheeks flushed, her lips parted. The detailed sketches left nothing to imagination: limbs tangled, mouths open in pleasure, the slick slide of bodies. Duy Nam didn't wait. He pushed her back, his palm rough against the delicate fabric of her robe. "Tell me you don't want this." She couldn't.

He looked powerful, untouched by the sickness that had taken his brother. He crawled back over me, his knees forcing my thighs wide. He positioned the wet, blunt head of his cock at my pussy entrance, rubbing it against my clit in slow, rhythmic circles that had me clawing at the sheets, my toes curling into the silk. "Tell me you want it," he commanded, his jaw tight as he fought for his own control. "Tell me you want your husband’s brother inside you." "I want you," I screamed, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer until I could feel the heat radiating off him. "I want you inside me, Richard! Now!"

that felt like the most powerful ending for this couple. Okay, that was the heartfelt, literary reason. Now for the completely, utterly ridiculous and honest reason: I literally could not write another sex scene. I am not joking. We were closing in on 80,000 words on this thing! A hundred thousand words! Do you have any idea how many different ways there are to describe a hand running through hair? Or a deep gaze across a room? I was starting to lose my mind trying to come up with fresh, non-repetitive action. I truly don't think I would have survived trying to write a fresh, unique, meaningful, and non-absurdly-long sex scene at this point in the narrative. My fingers were cramping, my thes

She saw his cock bulging against his pants. He gasped for breath and fidgeted with his zipper, trying to adjust and make room for his thickening cock. “Do you know, I’ve never had anyone kiss me here,” she said and spread her lips to show the rosy bud of her clit. He stared. “Do you know how many things I’ve always wanted to do, that I’ve wanted to feel?” She asked him, innocent of what her question meant to him.

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

“Always be vocal, and if he won't listen, kick him out of the bed.” “How about a compromise?” she asked. “If you're going to enjoy it. Next.” “Two: I learnt that having an orgasm is not a bad thing.” “Alas, it's not. It's a damned good thing.” “I learnt that I shouldn't be afraid to try new things. Like the Bdsm thing. Even though we stopped somewhere and didn't go all the way.” He was nodding. “Good, good.” “I learnt that I should not liken myself to pornstars because they're too good to be true.”

She began playing with the long threads and beads of semen while laughing. “I told you that he was full of seed!” said Jackie as she cleaned her fingers on the slam towel. “Take a look at this!” she said. Karen turned around to look down at the pool of semen on the towel. “Jesus! I cannot wait to watch the video!” she exclaimed. “But he still needs to get his complete birthday present,” said Jackie. The two girls helped Brian to the couch and made him lie down. Karen started kissing Brian while murmuring softly to him and stroking his half hard dick.