Cerita Bercinta Dewasa Novels & Stories

Secret Desires Unleashed (1) Clementine's POV I sat in theboardroom, my fingers tapping anxiously on the table. My mind was anywhere but focused on the discussion at hand. It had been a long night of tossing and turning, consumed by vivid and explicit dreams that left me aching and wet between my thighs. The source of my restless sleep? P**n. I had fallen down a rabbit hole of pornographic content online, succumbing to temptation and allowing myself to indulge in fantasies that I had repressed for far too long.

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

Except her. So out it came. The story of Peter and me. The story of a capable successful woman acting like a sex-enslaved bimbo over a man who was divine in bed but a selfish, ten-timing monster everywhere else ... Once I’d started, I couldn't stop. Amongst the sobs and hiccups, I blurted out things I’d never told anybody. How if Peter smiled that filmstar smile of his 1 was putty. How he’d make me beg for more of his perfect Joy of Sex fucking. How he’d make me climax in a way so expert I half expected a judge to pop up and give marks for technical merit. And how afterwards — while my body still sizzled — I'd wish I hadn't been so ‘easy’...

It took almost three hours of typing and his encouragement until I had fully unloaded my crappy life onto his shoulders. As he started to tell me more about himself, I found that he was a 55-year-old man who lived about five hundred miles away from me and had led a not dissimilar life. He had been married and divorced twice, and his current wife was not sexual at all. He had been using the chat room as an outlet for his sexual frustrations for two years now and occasionally wrote erotic stories for an online site. All his stories were about his fantasies of having sex with another man, although he claimed he had only tried it twice—neither time was all that satisfying. I asked him to direct

He slammed back in, doggy style, his hands gripping my hips as he thrust deep and fast. “Fuck, your pussy grips me so good." Thea slid beneath me, her mouth latching onto my swinging breast as she tried to suck them, desperate. Adam slapped my ass lightly. “You two are filthy. Kara, tell me how my cock feels.” “It’s so big… stretching me… don’t stop!” I gasped, feeling Thea's teeth against my nipple. Thea chuckled lightly. "Fuck her harder, Adam, make her come.” He growled, thrusting faster, his balls slapping against me. “Come on my cock, Kara. Grip me.”

“My secretary. My ex-wife. My perfect little sluts.” Jessica and Claire watched him, lips parted, hands lazily touching each other’s bodies as they waited. With a deep, guttural groan, Charlie’s orgasm hit. Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted from his cock, raining down on them. He painted Jessica’s full breasts and face first, then shifted to cover Claire’s tits and open mouth. Stream after stream of hot cum splashed across their bodies...on their stomachs, necks, cheeks, and tongues. Both women moaned softly, arching slightly to receive every drop as he emptied his balls completely over them.

But after he asked me out for what felt like the hundredth time, I finally said yes. The next thing I knew, I'd been married for ten years, had four kids, and hadn't had a proper orgasm from my husband in five. Even when we do have sex, I have to play with my own clit while he's inside me just to finish. I'm a sexual person. I always have been.

David sucked her clit into his mouth, then moved up to kiss her again, whispering, “You’re such a dirty wife… but I’m so fucking turned on.” Marcus spanked Emma’s ass sharply. “Tell him how many times I came inside you.” “Three… no, four times,” Emma gasped, pushing back onto Marcus’s cock. “He filled me so much…” David groaned and positioned himself in front of her face. “Suck me while he fucks you.”

My fingers tremble slightly as I log into my Brazzers account. The homepage loads immediately—a clear column of flesh, sweat, and raw performance. I don't want a plot. I don't want a twenty-minute video detailing how the stepdaughter arrives home from school, goes to the kitchen to grab a bite and then thinks of seducing her stepfather. Nope. I go straight to the search bar and type: Intense Clitoral Stimulation.

I spread my legs wide, I felt the cool air licking at my wetness as I left my fingers circling my clit slowly, as my other hand occupied my boobs, finger pinching my nipples, and I picture Dominic standing over me again, ordering me to crawl again, like I had no choice. The fantasy wrapped, deepened, and now I was bent over the couch, and he was behind me, growling filthy into my ear, as he pounded inside of me, his hand dusted inside my hair, my husband's name was on his lips just to remind me how wrong it was. Just how filthy what we were doing was. Your pussy was wasted on him I imagine him saying, You were mine the moment you stepped your legs into this house, I gasped as I continued to