Cerita Sex Artis Novels & Stories

Ck ... ck ... ck ... Kartika benar-benar pintar sekali bermain sandiwara bak artis papan atas. Kenapa dia tidak jadi artis sinetron saja. Bahkan dia sengaja kencing di lantai kamar sambil tertawa cekikikan. Orang stress. Lalu dia buru-buru kembali duduk dengan tatapan kosong ketika Ibu dan Mas Fikri masuk. Terlihat Ibu mengepel lantai yang kena kencing Kartika.

"No." "How many partners?" Krista asked and Callista winced. "Just one," Callista said, her voice catching in her throat. She was different than most girls, she hadn't even told her friends that she'd had sex. She was always afraid it would get back to her mother. Only the fact that she could get Krista fired for skipping the lesson allowed her the confidence to say it. "What positions?" Krista said, her eyes didn't even come up from her notebook. "Krista!" Callista said, "What could you possibly need to know about... sex positions that could help you sell a necklace?"

Darrell already left for work, we were all bored so we decided to swim. "Yeah and after that, we had sex" she giggled. "Woah so you guys are officially together?" "Yeah" "I can't seriously remember the last time, I had a good screw. About three months ago" Daniela said. "Three months? Don't tell me you?..." I trailed off raising my brows at her. "Of course, I had it with one of the male servants" she rolled her eyes. "Holly molly. You need to get laid sis. How about we hit the club tonight?" she giggled.

He gives a charming smile that does something to my stomach. "Sure. Now. The walls seem a bit bare. So, I wanted to know if you had any pieces we could hang." I ask. "No. But I know where I can get some." He eyes me. I get what he means. "No. Bastian. I already told you. No one sees my art. You weren't even supposed to see it." "Sammy. Your art is amazing. Please. I just want to show everyone how talented you are." He pleads.

Welcome to The Art of Seduction, a series crafted to lead you through the labyrinth of human passion, where every turn reveals another facet of our darkest fantasies and most forbidden dreams. Here, seduction is an art form, a game played with skillful precision and dangerous intent. It’s a world where whispered promises can lead to a lifetime of ecstasy or an eternity of torment. Each story within these pages is a journey, an invitation to step into the unknown and embrace the shadows that lurk within us all. But be warned, dear reader, this path is not for the faint of heart.

Except her. So out it came. The story of Peter and me. The story of a capable successful woman acting like a sex-enslaved bimbo over a man who was divine in bed but a selfish, ten-timing monster everywhere else ... Once I’d started, I couldn't stop. Amongst the sobs and hiccups, I blurted out things I’d never told anybody. How if Peter smiled that filmstar smile of his 1 was putty. How he’d make me beg for more of his perfect Joy of Sex fucking. How he’d make me climax in a way so expert I half expected a judge to pop up and give marks for technical merit. And how afterwards — while my body still sizzled — I'd wish I hadn't been so ‘easy’...

She smiles up at her, “He’s an artist? He looks more like an athlete.” Artemis laughs, and nods, “He’s both. And a remarkable lover.” Celine coughs and looks away, “What are you a prude? You said you have a mate. Do you not have sex?” She sighs, flushing a little. “Yes, we have sex. It’s just not something I normally discuss with people who aren’t him.” She raises an eyebrow, and nods. “So, you only discuss his prowess with him?” She sighs,