Cerita Dewasa Malam Pertama Ku の小説・ストーリー

Returning back to the bedroom looking at my naked wife I had no intensions of helping her get dressed , we are both going to sleep naked while cuddling each other I said to myself Well I have to say it’s pure torture cleaning her up , when I was done cleaning her up I headed to the bathroom to go pleasure and clean my self up . Returning back to the bedroom looking at my naked wife I had no intensions of helping her get dressed , we are both going to sleep naked while cuddling each other I said to myself ***************************** Hey guys so I just wanted to take a short break to introduce to you my second novel which I just released recently, I bet you will love it . It’s titled FATED T

Morning, "I replied." His voice was heavy with sleep; it was gruff and it made me tingle all around. I desperately wanted him. I couldn’t lie to myself anymore. Yes, I have no experience in bed, having never actually been with a man. But I was aware of my desires; in fact, I was intimately acquainted with them.I had my first sexual awakening when I was fifteen, when I was rudely woken up by Ivan and the other teens rummaging around in the backyard with water guns. Noah was there, shirtless, soaking wet, his chestnut brown hair soaked, smiling and running here and there. I sprung to life that day. Then when I was seventeen, I realized that there’s a lot of pleasure to be had when you... touch

Tonight I was going to fist my own ass, squirt until the towel was a swimming pool, and come so many times I forgot my own name, my body, my soul. And when I finally crawled into bed at 4 a.m., holes throbbing, skin sticky, clit swollen to twice its size, I’d fall asleep with my fingers still inside me, dreaming of doing it all again tomorrow.

I wanted to be seduced so I would have reason to do it with them. I was frustrated and disappointed. It gave me a feeling that what we did had been nothing more than a brief spark in the darkness, a moment of fleeting passion that had quickly faded into memory. Ugh! But I don’t want to initiate the first contact. What I did that night was so bold and I’m still embarrassed.

~•~ I snapped my eyes open from the pornographic trance I’d fallen into, remembering all that had occurred between us last night. Even looking at her right now, my dick hardened, just like it’d done as I licked her juices dry off her pussy, wanting nothing more than to slide in again. But we’d gone five times already…and she was panting tiredly, weak in my arms, her silk skin flushed. Properly satiated. I scoffed, reaching out to push back strands of her hair from her face. I bet no one can give you a better first time, little petal. Feeling the little man underneath the sheet hardening tighter, I pulled my hands away from her face like it was scalding hot, not wanting to engage her in anoth

“Mmmm, I haven’t had sex in over three years, and I have a bum leg—top that.” “That’s easy. I’ve only had sex once, five years ago, and it was horrible.” Anthony’s eyes widened in shock. “You poor soul.” “It was my first time with my first boyfriend, and he ghosted me afterward. I think I won,” I admitted with a chuckle. I stopped laughing when Anthony began massaging my hips. “I want to ruin you, but…,” he whispered, tone suddenly becoming dark and threatening, making my panties moisten with unrepentant need.

It felt like nobody slept here the whole night. But how was that possible? I remember falling asleep in his strong hold around my shoulder. I remember the heavenly lovemaking that we had last night. His words made me come more than I could count. He talked dirty to me for the first time. Fucked me with his dick and fingers while his words made me feel like his woman. The shivers… The hot breath… The traces of his tongue from my thigh to my dripping pussy… It all lingers in my head and body.

Feeling inspired, I asked, "What made you start?" "I-I don't know, honestly," he said. Then he went on, "I mean, I started by reading other people's stories." I nodded slowly at him, encouraging him to keep going. After a brief pause, he said, "Then I decided to try writing one of my own." His cheeks started flushing again. "What was the first erotic story you ever wrote?" I asked, genuinely interested. He lifted his head and stared at me but then looked away again before answering. His hands were nervously wadding up the duvet in his lap. Finally he said, "Wedding arousal."

The night was filled with whispered confessions and stolen kisses, a testament to the strange, compelling bond that had begun to form between us. I woke up alone, my body aching in the most glorious of ways. The memories of the previous night surged within me - his touch, his taste, and his voice still ringing clearly in my head. I remembered the shock on his face when I told him it was my first time, his initial hesitation before my reassurance. Then, the hours of pleasure that followed, which I knew I would cherish in my heart forever.

I mumbled in my sexual trance. When I felt Mali put her soapy finger to the entrance of my ass, I knew what she was going to do, and I think we both wanted the same thing. I positioned myself to slip back onto it. Slowly, I felt her open me up and penetrate my ass with her long skinny finger. This was by far the most perverted thing I had ever done, which made it all the more erotic and pleasurable.