Cabin Sex Story Novels & Stories

"Quick release before meeting." I left marks inside, notes in the bag. But attraction dominated thoughts. Weekend getaway to cabin. No interruptions. Naked most of the time. Morning sex in bed, slow and deep. "Love waking like this," I whispered. He flipped me, taking control. "My turn to lead." Powerful strokes. Breakfast interrupted by more on the counter. "Spread wider." An afternoon hike led to outdoor passion against trees. "Risky but worth it," he said, thrusting. I agreed, coming loud in the woods. Evening by fire, me riding reverse. His view was full. Hands on my rear. "Grind back. Yes."

Adrian held me, slowly pumping in and out as I rode the waves of yet another breathtaking orgasm. I barely recovered when I was picked up and bent over the bed. I didn't realize when my lips tilted up in a naughty smile. Doggie-style was my favorite. Lucas grinned, his eyes charming. “Somebody is having a lot of fun.” “Oh yeah, I am.” I mewled, bending over properly. Adrian laid down in front of me, such that I was between his legs and just above his erection. One behind, one in front… two holes filled.

In the woods, exploring hot sex, fantasies, and voyeurism. Enjoy.. ****** It was late fall during an unusually warm Indian Summer, and the drive was beautiful. It wasn't a long drive either, but both of us were excited to get there...we knew the guy's vacation was exactly what we needed. We lost our clothes very shortly after getting to the cabin, and rarely had them on when we were at the cabin. It seemed like the only time my dick wasn't hard at work was when we were eating, drinking or hiking (with one noteworthy exception).

I fucked Hailey’s hole with my tongue, letting curiosity get the best of me and I began fingering her asshole with my thumb until her thighs were shaking. “I’m close!” Damon groaned. “Fuck me too!” My husband’s hot cum spilled into my abuse as my best friend’s pussy pulsed out juices as her body shook with her second orgasm. It was all so dirty, filthy but fucking wonderful. I don't think I could go back to casual sex after this. ~ ~ ~ Update: We agreed to continue fucking! My parents have Bella every weekend while my husband, my best friend, and I discover ways we could make each other cum at every corner of the house.

In the shower—steam thick, water pounding, him pressing her front to the tile and taking her from behind again, fingers in her mouth to muffle her moans. Every position bled into the next. No breaks longer than it took to catch breath or drink water. He whispered commands the whole time—“Open wider,” “Look at me while you come,” “Beg for it”—and she obeyed without hesitation, body attuned to his voice like a string to a bow. By nightfall the sheets were ruined, the cabin smelled of sex and pine, and neither of them could remember what day it was anymore. The storm still raged; the world outside ceased to exist.

But first, we snuck onto the gondola at night, a callback to the beginning. The cabin swayed upward, moonlight painting the peaks silver. We barely waited for the doors to close before we were on each other, clothes shoved aside, hands everywhere, laughter muffled against skin. He lifted me onto the narrow bench, slid inside me slow and deep. The cabin rocked with our rhythm, gentle at first, then harder. I rode him facing him, arms around his neck, foreheads pressed together, eyes locked. We intensely came together, holding each other while the mountain watched.

But taking a break to this place, it worth the suspense. The inside of the cabin left me dumbfounded, it was more of something we see not on a regular, but out of a romance movie. There was fire already crackling and waiting. On the center was a couch giving more comfortable than assigned to it, something dangerous for enemies to lovers reunion. And then, the greatest of them all, a single bed. I meant it when I said one. Very tiny bed. I turned slowly to face him, knowing his plans. “So… where exactly am I going to sleep young man?”

An argument leads to a mother and son becoming much more. NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex, incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> Everyone depicted in this story that is involved in sexual acts is 18 or over. ***** --1-- I'm writing this because I think other people can learn from my experiences. This happened about fifteen years ago, in the early 2000's. I'm not going to be more specific than that. I don't want to hurt the people...truthfully the person...that I love.

You are probably wondering what has happened in the last two months. Well, for starters Tank took me to a remote cabin in the woods for our honeymoon. We stayed five wonderful days doing nothing but cuddling, talking, and making love more times than I can count. We got to know each other both physically and mentally. I was forbidden to think about work or the company I was going to inherit soon. Every time I did Tank would distract me with a walk or a massage or a bubble bath and making love. He made me incredible meals to keep our strength up. When it felt like he was thinking about club business or the tattoo shop I would massage him which always led to more lovemaking. And it wasn’t the n

It was so easy to imagine the two men together—so different on the outside, but inside, where it counted, both good, strong, honorable men. And possibly both were wolves, but since she didn’t know for sure and they’d not said a word about it, she wasn’t even going there tonight. Tonight was her turn to be selfish—she wanted to experience sex with two men, but it couldn’t be just any men. It had to be Brad and Cain, and it was going to happen now. * * * This time it was Brad setting candles around the interior of the cabin before turning out the lights. Cain set up his music—two small speakers and his iPod—but instead of wolves and night creatures, the room was filled with classical violin an