Cerita Romantis Dewasa Novels & Stories

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

“I’m going to fill you up, Zara. My perfect, brilliant, infuriating rival.” His own release crashed over him, and he shuddered, pumping his hot cum deep inside her with a series of ragged, groaning thrusts. He collapsed on top of her, his weight a comforting anchor, both of them breathing as if they’d run for miles. Slowly, the world came back. The smell of sex and shattered moonflower filled the air. Ronan shifted his weight, but didn’t pull out of her, instead propping himself up on his elbows to look down at her.

He doesn’t stop, keeping his mouth against me as he takes me through the orgasm, easing up only when my body relaxes into the mattress. Slowly, he removes his hand and places a kiss on my pelvis. I was right, I think almost deliriously. Merry Christmas to me. He crawls up to cradle my head between his arms, settling his hips between my legs as his maple honey eyes study me. “You coming might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says.

"I'll wait until sister Crystal is ready to get married." Jay stared at Dita. "Everyone seems to have their own love story." Dita nodded a little. "We have also experienced romantic love stories like theirs." "Never but we are experiencing it now and in the future."Jay corrected the word Dita. "You're right, Jay."It's the one that broke Jay's neck. "They are so funny. Everything is very romantic with each other's partner."Dew is happy even though he doesn't have a partner at the moment.

“You’re staring at each other again.” Noelle’s small voice cut through the thick silence. Sebastian stepped back immediately, releasing Nyra’s arm as if he’d been caught doing something forbidden. Nyra straightened, ignoring the sting in her grazed arm. “We’re not.” “You are,” Noelle insisted. “Like in the movies before they kiss.” Sebastian cleared his throat. “Enough.” Sirens wailed outside the lodge. Guests were being ushered away, security shouting instructions. The scent of gunpowder still hung in the air, mixing with pine and melted wax from fallen candles.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in cum. My mind drifted back to last night or this morning, since I didn’t come back till 4am. I felt a sharp thrill as a memory of me riding a cock while the others feasted on my body, flashed through my mind. A small smile crept across the corners of my mouth. I still felt sore from all the places I had been ravished. A fantasy well lived…so much better than what I had imagined. I bet you’re wondering, how did I end up in a room with a bunch of strangers, living out my fantasy?

was all that I could manage to say as my body was completely spent. “If you’d like, you may take a short nap because you’re going to have a lot of work tonight, and it’s going to be very exhausting work.” Without waiting for an answer, he simply got up and left the room. I crawled up to the pillows and curled up under the blanket. The feeling of his cum running over my body and finally drying in a white glaze filled my dreams with sexual submission. “Wake up Marissa, it’s time for dinner,” Master said as he turned on the light. My back arched as I stretched out, and I could feel the dried cum crack across my nipples.

Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?" Tim gasped again as Petrov used two fingers to stimulate his asshole. Petrov wasn't aiming for penetration at the moment, he just wanted the boy aroused enough to keep talking. Finally, the boy admitted to preferring Nifty and Literotica as his go-to erotic stories websites. Petrov knew that Literotica catered to a variety of genres but smiled knowing that Nifty had no heterosexual stories at all, though Nifty did h

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."