Cerita Dewasa Semi Novels & Stories

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.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

“I’m… excited. And a little bit like I’m going to throw up.” He smiled, a genuine, relieved smile this time. “Me too.” He moved to sit beside her, the mattress dipping under his weight. Their knees brushed, a jolt of warmth passing between them. “So, uh…” He gestured vaguely at the bed, then the condoms. “Where do we start?” Adeswua let out a soft giggle, her shoulders shaking. “I don’t know. I read some articles. They said… kissing is usually a good first step.”

I panted heavily. He stilled his movements, then looked up to give me a wolfish smile. "No, you don't." Marcello moved my panties aside, plunging two fingers straight inside me, kissing my lips to stop me from crying out. I hadn't had sex in over two years, so I was tight as fuck. He didn't care as he kept moving in and out of me, his thumb stimulating my clit. He was right. How could I hate someone who gave me this kind of pleasure? "Marc… more." I breathed out.

Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that Travis and Jenna promised. The night was young, and she knew that the pleasures that lay ahead would be beyond anything she could have imagined. As Travis's lips met hers once more, Sadile felt herself being drawn into a world of sensation, a world where pleasure reigned supreme, and she was the willing participant, the eager student, ready to learn, ready to explore, ready to surrender to the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls, as the three of them moved in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm that spo

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

Sam actually blushed, "I'll send you the links. It was tough to track the origins of the vids, other than that one filmmaker, but the Reddit stories were easy. A lot were fakes, but I ended up making contact with quite a few posters whose stories were real. I also started reading stories posted on erotica sites and looking up the authors. A couple said right out that they were in incestuous relationships. The stories they wrote had a different feel, I got so I could tell." Deb smiled. I wondered what was in her coffee, "Reading and seeing all that must have been—exhausting." Sam looked right at my sister, "I'd do my work on a wooden chair with a suction cup dildo and towel under the chair. M

Exhausted, Abigail laid back on the desk huffing and moaning, her mind a happy fog and her entire being totally satisfied from being so thoroughly and fantastically fucked. Imam Tariq fell heavily into his chair, his arms limply hanging on the arms of the chair as he just stared at the sight before him, of the girl’s white legs spread wide in front of him and he groaned. Her gaping pussy red and raw with white, thick cream bubbling out slowly from deep within her and her flat belly heaving just above it as she recovered from their intense sex. Looking underneath her ass on the table, Imam Tariq saw that the prayer beads had almost completely disappeared between her asscrack, soaked in their

Cerena fell for his charm even as she was trying to avoid the idea of cheating on her husband but could she ignore the temptation that came along with it. THIS STORY IS RATED 18+ CONTAINS PART OF BDSM, NOTHING TOO EXTREME THOUGH, JUST MILD. SO IF YOU ARE NOT THE TYPE TO ENJOY STORIES LIKE THIS ONE, I'M SORRY THIS IS NOT FOR YOU. ***** DISCLAIMER: This book is a work of fiction. Names, Character, Places and Incidents are either a product of my imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. And any resemblance to actual persons, [living or dead], business establishments, events or local are purely coincidental and unintentional.

Our professor, although old, is not an idiot. I sit in my chair, more or less quietly, while reviewing...uh...what am I reviewing by the way? It doesn’t matter because this damn Jer continues to improve his petting. He parts the flesh of my entrance and sighs contentedly next to my ear, feeling my moisture on his fingers. Damn, where did that come from? I’m not...excited, am I? No! No! No! I cannot be! And it is indecent. I’m a good girl and not some slut.