Cerita Cerita Dewasa Novels & Stories

“I’m your slut tonight!use me!” The dirty words fueled him. He gripped my hair, pulling my head back as he railed me. His cock kissed my cervix with each thrust, pleasure bordering on pain. I came a third time, squirting onto the sheets, voice hoarse from screaming. He slowed for a moment, grinding deep, letting me feel every vein. Then he pulled out and lay on the bed, stroking his glistening cock. “Ride me. Show me how bad you want it.”

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

A valid reason if anyone actually cared to ask. My husband isn't a bad man. He's a good father. A decent provider. But in bed? He's not what I need. His thing is average at best and he's not into the things I crave. The rough stuff. The intensity. The kind of sex that leaves you sore and satisfied and unable to walk straight the next day. I have knacks. Preferences. Kinks that make my body come alive. My husband doesn't share them. We still do it but not nearly as much as I want. Not nearly as hard as I need.

If any of the following apply to you, do not proceed: – You have experienced sexual trauma or abuse and certain kinks may retraumatize you. – You are triggered by depictions of non-consent, violence, incest, or power-based abuse. – You are under the legal age of consent in your country. – You object to profanity, crude language, or extremely vulgar sexual descriptions. – You prefer “fade-to-black” or romantic, loving sex scenes. This collection is written for adults who actively seek out extreme, boundary-pushing erotica. It celebrates the full spectrum of human sexual fantasy without apology or censorship. If you choose to continue, enjoy the ride—but know exactly what you’re diving into: r

On a side table, rows of red candles sat beside bottles of oil and lube. "What the hell?" Emma gasped. She never imagined Romero would be such a freak. She imagined him bringing sexy girls into this secret playground. Yes, he was rich enough to get girls who shared similar sexual kinks. She thought about how he would make their bodies coil with a mix of pleasure and pain... Images of Romero doing freaky things with baddies filled Emma's mind. A rush of heat flooded her body. Her nipples stiffened against her lace bra. It rubbed against the fabric. A warm, throbbing sensation bloomed between her thighs. Her pussy grew slick. The sudden wetness made her press her legs together.

But my pussy clenched at that thought so I reached for the lube and poured a generous amount on my fingers and turned so the camera caught the curve of my backside. One slick finger circled the tight ring, pressing gently. The stretch burned so sweetly I gasped pushing deeper and feeling my inner walls flutter around the intrusion. “Fuck,” I moaned. “It feels so dirty… but I love it.” I worked the fingers and out slowly letting the fullness spread. My other hand found my clit rubbing in tight circles while I imagined a thick cock replacing my fingers, pushing into my ass while another filled my cunt. “I want to be bred tonight,” the words slipped out of my mouth sounding so raw and uncut. “I

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

up with my tits, down with my mouth, over and over in a fluid motion that had him groaning and cursing. "Goddamn, you were made for this shit," he panted, his cock twitching and swelling between my compressed breasts. The crude words only spur me on, making me work him faster, squeeze my tits tighter around his shaft. My lipstick has left red rings at various points along his length, like obscene measuring markers of how deep I've taken him. My chin and chest are glazed with a mixture of saliva and precum, a sloppy mess that only adds to the lubrication between my breasts.

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

Her past life haunted and ruined her desire in the worst way. . . . More Erotica coming!!!