Cerita Dewasa Bikin Nafsu Novels & Stories

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

Each caress and grope in her breast and nipple arouses wilding desire within her wetting pussy. Her body was covered in lewdness, causing her to sweat as she continued to play into her own body, reminiscing about Kai. Each of his touches heightened her libido, prompting her to slid her finger inside her pussy, which was covered in cum. She began masturbating herself, allowing her desire to consume her sanity and body. Sweet little moans began to emerge from her mouth, like a beautiful melody playing into her living room, as did the small sound made by her slender finger moving back and forth inside her wet folds.

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "I've been reading a lot of adult books... Smut... my research tells me women love the things men do to them there. Can I try something out? I've been learning about how to pleasure you for so long. Reading helps me imagine you... p**n videos don't do that for me." What the hell were smut and p**n? I swallowed tightly, heart hammering, thighs pressing together uselessly around nothing. "Yes," I whispered, voice already wrecked. "Do whatever you want to me."

Seconds ago I was trying not to think about her, and now I was actively searching for her like a desperate pervert. There was nothing wrong with that, right? I could just pretend she wasn’t my stepsister. Just another hot pornstar. I tapped on one of her most recent videos. The second her pretty, pink pussy filled the screen, my cock jerked hard in my pants. She was on her back, legs spread wide, teasing her swollen clit with her fingers before sliding a thick pink dildo deep inside her wet cunt. “Fuck…” I groaned, unable to resist anymore. I shoved my pants and boxers down, pulled out my throbbing cock, and started stroking hard, eyes glued to the screen.

I lay there in the dark, ass stinging, pussy dripping, nipples hard, and my body burning with desire. I wanted him so badly. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep.

but like I said, it’s a craze. Yet there I was, looking absolutely nothing like a lady. Why don’t we have mirrors in bathroom stalls, that way I wouldn’t have to guess how disheveled I look. Even the thought of it seemed to fuel my sex craze. My pace picked up, so much that I could feel my legs shaking from the effect. “Yessssss…yessss ... .please” I panted out loud, as I felt myself getting closer. And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl.

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

CONTENT: Big cock, passionate sucking, pussy rubbing, jerking off. CHAPTER 1 Sophia, an exhibitionist, enjoyed showing off her body, and this gave her so much excitement. This lifestyle had earned her lots of admirers. Her husband also liked the idea and encouraged her to do whatever her admirers asked her to do. It excited him to see her being led by vicious dominators. Sophia especially liked to submit to Derick, a guy she met on a dating/flirting website.

“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.”

The story was so vivid, so real, that she could feel the heat radiating from the page, smell the stale beer and cheap perfume of the club. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the narrative wash over her. She was there, sitting in the booth, watching him. She felt the tension building, the air thick with unspoken words. She wanted to reach out, to touch him, to feel the same electric connection. The writer’s voice was hypnotic, a siren’s call that drew her in deeper. She was no longer just reading; she was experiencing. She was living the story. Her body began to react on its own accord. A dull throb started between her legs, a familiar ache that she had been ignoring for too long. She