Novel & Cerita Choose Your Own Sex Stories

NEW STORY TITLE: THE GIFT OF DICK AND PUSSY The following story will be told in multiple chapters. There's oodles and oodles of sex in it, even though it's not just a pure spank story. If lots of nasty sex isn't your thing, then why are you on this website? Weirdo.

Kai said. ** Note To The Readers- You can check out Kai’s story in “My Dragon Mate” which is a bxb (boy loves boy) novel and Jax’s story in “I’m His Mate, Not His Choice” which is a bxg (boy loves girl) novel. You can read them if you are interested to know more for curiosity sake. However, not reading them will not disturb the flow of this story. So keep reading and enjoy ! **

THEME: Anonymous sex, masked strangers, humiliation kink, domination, multiple men. KINKS: Anonymous breeding, voyeurism, public degradation, restraint, deep-throating, come marking, rough use, objectification, praise/degradation mix I sign the contract without even reading a line of it. ... That's because I don’t need to, I already know what's inside it, and I want it. I want it so bad that I'm not even thinking twice about it.

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

All characters are 18 years or older. This story can be read as a stand-alone. If you would like to read more about the main characters, please check out "In Love With A Lesbian Episodes" in the First Time category. This story contains elements of anal, exhibitionism, group (mmf and mff), mild reluctance, toys, lesbian, and of course lots of sex. Austin, Alanna and their housemates play Strip Poker on a rainy day and everyone gets frisky.

She really doesn't see me as a man, huh? "Boys watch uncensored videos because it's sensual and exciting. Men like me, however, prefer the plot. For example, teacher-student romances, sex with sisters-in-law, sex with a stalker, bondage, coercion... The more taboo the plot, the more stimulating it is." Felicity blushed, and it took her a while to say, "You pervert!" Vermont laughed and asked, "Which one do you prefer?" Something popped up in Felicity's mind, and her cheeks turned red. She glared at Vermont and snorted coldly, "Why would I tell you?!"

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

“Or you service the house. All of us. Every brother. Mouth, pussy, ass. You take all our cocks, rough and raw, and you don’t say stop. You do that, you’re one of us. No paddle. Your choice.” The air vanished from her lungs. The option wasn’t an option. It was an inevitability, and a shocking, liquid heat pooled low in her belly at the stark, vulgar proposition. She saw no malice in their eyes, just a fierce, burning challenge. This was the real test. Not memorization, but surrender. And a part of her, a deep, hidden part she’d never acknowledged, craved to fail it. “I… I choose the brothers,” she heard herself say, her voice surprisingly steady.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.