Choose Your Sex Story Novels & Stories

I know that I asked a good question , I was very much excited to know him and his love story was the best thing to know about him completely . " Hmm ...my love story ?" He asked while hesitating a little . "yes yours." I replied . "There is nothing interesting in it, just a normal boy trying to live a happy life with a rich dad's princess ." He said this and his last words attracted all my attention. " Please na please please tell me , you said now I am your daughter , so will you hide your love story from your daughter hmmm." I pleaded as I wanted to know his story . --------------------------------------

"Insatiable." "Only for you." It was true, which terrified him. His sexual appetite had always been moderate, controlled. With Sienna, he felt like a man drowning. She turned in his arms, handing him a mug of coffee. "We need to talk about this," she said, but her hands were stroking his forearms, her eyes dark with want. "We can't just—"

If you choose to continue, enjoy the ride—but know exactly what you’re diving into: raw, filthy, unapologetic, and often shockingly intense sexual storytelling. You have been warned.

I leaned back in the deep leather chair of my private office, the late afternoon light filtering through half-drawn blinds and casting long shadows across the Persian rug. The room smelled faintly of sandalwood and clean linen, a deliberate choice to help clients feel both grounded and safe. My name is Dr. Adrian Hale. For the last six years I have practiced a form of sex therapy that most traditional therapists would never dare. I do not simply talk about intimacy. I create it. I guide my clients through their blocks, fears, and inhibitions by sharing physical connection with them, always with clear consent, strict boundaries, and their complete agency. The body remembers what words alone o

They stayed until the bell rang, until the library emptied, until their choice had been observed and catalogued and would be reported back to Dante, to Chelsea, to the architecture of the school that made their private becoming public property. Grayson didn't care. Or he cared and chose anyway, the distinction he'd offered her applied to himself. He walked her to her next class. Held her hand in the hallway, the performance of coupledom that was also real, also chosen, also the only way through the game that wasn't a game. At her classroom door, she stopped. Looked at him with the observation he couldn't name, the calculation that was also wonder. "Chelsea said you're the first to choose me

Melissa pretended to be looking out for me: "This PhD holder has amazing genes. If you pass him up, you'll regret it." Her pitch was totally different from our previous life. I looked at her and gave a slow nod. The second I nodded, Melissa's eyes sparkled, and she got all worked up. "Just don't come crying to me later!" What would I regret? I wondered. She was so eager for me to choose the sperm of Jay Lowell from Kingsford University because she had her sights set on becoming a princess in Dubaria and living a fairytale life. Back in our previous life, she had chosen Jay's sperm first, wanting a genius baby.

In the middle of the room was a huge bed with heart-shaped pillows stacked on the center. There was a love couch on the other side of the room. Her whole face blushed as she remembered one of the instructions of her client. She walked toward the closet and her mouth gaped open when she saw all the scandalous pieces of clothing that hung in there. She picked one, a scandalous red, mesh bikini. “And I am going to wear this while having sex with this man?” Though she’s used to exposing her body to the bar’s clients, she is still new to actual sex. She had made out with some men she knew but she never really had sex with them, so she’s still considered a virgin.

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