Bi Curious Sex Stories Novels & Stories

His hands pressed my cheek on the surface of the desk. I gasped continuously “Ahh yes baby, just like that”. I'm one of the most sexiest girl in my school and off course all the nigga’s would do anything to get into my skirt. I'm Sarah, an 18 year old who is literally addicted sex. I'm not embarrassed about that. Jeremiah was my boyfriend but not the only guy I fucked. At this moment…he was the only one available and he used his free time to fuck the hell outta me.

The scent of booze and cigarettes lingers in the air, mixed with a slight hint of sex, and as I look up, I find a second floor that is lined with many doors, which I can only assume is where the scent is coming from. Why wasn’t I surprised that Bonnie would bring me to a sex club? Oh, right, because she was part succubus and got off in these kinds of places. Sighing, I wait until she appears beside me, wrapping her arms around my own and shoving her large breasts against me while her large eyes meet mine. "He was sexy as hell," she sighs, looking over her shoulder at the bouncer once more. "You really should get his number." "Nah," I respond, heading to the bar. "I’m not interested in any la

When he noticed my eyes were golden, he smiled in a way I'd never seen before. “I must make a confession,” Biel said, and I frowned, then he leaned close to my ear gracefully. “I like sex in a very unique way.” I pulled away and looked at him worriedly. “What do you mean by that?” I asked curiously. “What do you know about domination and submission in bed?” asked Biel, and Becca got excited. I couldn't help but feel excited, but I was honest. “I only know from reading romance fiction books,” I admitted, and Biel laughed.

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

Bored wife goes to a club with her friends and the unexpected occurs.. NB: This story deals with Cuckolding, Interracial sex, and impregnation. In a fantasy, there are no STD's, and pregnancies become nothing once you stop reading. Sorry it is so long. I get carried away with the details. eNJOY... >>>>>>

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

Sweat slicked our skin, the basement air thick with the scent of sex, my cries growing hoarse as Tony face-fucked me in sync, his balls tapping my chin. The coil in my belly wound tighter, every nerve ending firing….the burn in my ass from Jay's thick shaft slamming in repeatedly, the raw ache in my jaw from Tony's thrusts, the stinging heat on my skin from the endless slaps and twists. Jerry's hand snaked between my legs, fingers brushing my clit roughly, circling once before pinching it, the sudden spark pushing me over. I came hard, walls convulsing around nothing, a muffled scream vibrating through Tony as my body shook, ass milking Jay's cock in waves.

“I love black holes.” I squirmed in my seat. “What are you doing?” I looked around. We were near the back of the planetarium with no one around them, but we were still in public. When I felt Kai’s hand slide inside my pants, his fingers finding my wet folds, I let out a hiss. I gripped the armrests as he slipped up and down my slit. “Kai, we shouldn’t do this. Not here.”

The scent of blood and sex hung thicker in the air, as if the very walls had absorbed the excesses of the previous night. Lucian found me first. He appeared from the shadows like a dream made flesh, his dark hair tousled, emerald eyes gleaming with fresh hunger. He wore only black trousers, his sculpted chest bare and pale as moonlight. Without a word, he pulled me into his arms and claimed my mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue tasted faintly of copper, reminding me of how much of my blood he had taken. “You healed beautifully,” he murmured against my lips. “But we can still smell last night on you. It makes us want more.”