Christmas Sex Stories 소설 & 이야기

My name was Giselle Sutton, and I had carried myself with a demure and refined demeanor ever since I was a child. No one knew the truth—that I desperately lusted after men. Although I was the campus belle, I only started dating my first boyfriend, Blake Finch, when I was about to graduate because of my parents' strict rules. The atmosphere during Christmas Eve was perfect. Blake brought me back to his rented apartment, wanting to give me an unforgettable first time. I pretended to be reserved, but in reality, I was already brimming with impatience.

"Alright fellas. Let's get on to business. First question is, when was the first time you had sex?" Jax leaned backwards, his hand working his spit slick phallus. "Shit!! I was like 16. A neighbour's 17 year old daughter snuck me into her dad's garage. I was a horny kid then, bent her over a workbench. I came in two minutes tops but she squirted all over my balls."

Her voice sounded irritated, and rage was setting in. "Oh no, dear, I'm lost; please elaborate," I scoffed, obviously surprised by her stupid idea of helping me get back my sexual stimulation. "Remember your therapist said if you try something out of the ordinary, you can be lucky, baby girl. No man wants to be with a lady who can't be sexually aroused." I rolled my eyes. "And you think this stupid, steamy Christmas vacation will help me? Look, baby girl, Jasper and I have tried everything for the last two years to get me sexually excited, even drugs. C'mon, name it; nothing worked!" She sighed, abruptly standing up from the couch; she bore her eyes down at me. "Why are you like this?" she s

The lies become our language. A stolen, frantic handjob in the supply closet during Sasha’s 30th birthday party, my back against the paper towels, his mouth smothering my moans. A quick, desperate fuck in the guest bathroom at Thanksgiving. Me, bent over the sink, my dress around my waist, his hand clamped over my mouth as he pounded into me from behind, his cock hitting depths that made me see stars, while his wife chatted with her mother just down the hall.

The cabin nestled deep in the woods, its wooden walls creaking under the weight of a stormy night, rain tapping against the windows like a secret rhythm. I stood by the fireplace, the orange glow casting shadows over my skin, my oversized sweater slipping off one shoulder, revealing the curve of my breast. I’d come here with him—my stepbrother, a secret I’d buried for years—seeking a weekend away from our fractured family. The isolation stirred something forbidden, my pussy tingling with every glance he stole, his presence a constant tease I couldn’t ignore.

He had clearly expected to come home to a refreshed, grateful wife. What he walked into instead stopped him dead in his tracks. His wife, the woman he had “sold” to his four friends for four days, was naked on the living room floor, being double-teamed by two of them while the other two used her mouth and body like she was their personal toy. The wet, obscene sounds of Jax’s cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy filled the room, mixed with the wet slurping of her mouth on Marcus’s shaft. Derek’s suitcase slipped from his hand and hit the floor with a loud thud.

As you embark on this journey of passion and desire, I wanted to share a personal note with you. Each chapter in this spicy collection is a piece of love, crafted to ignite your imagination and awaken your senses. From steamy encounters to forbidden romances, I've poured my heart into creating worlds where inhibitions melt away and pleasure knows no bounds. But beyond the heat and sensuality, these stories are about more than just physical desire. They're about exploring the depths of emotion, the complexities of desires, and the power of attraction.

I moan and squirm as my body quakes with sheer ecstasy. Damon murmurs, “Mmm, Misha.” He kisses my neck as he removes my shirt and bra. He gently sucks my nipples as his hands trail down my body to unfasten my pants. He sits up and removes his shirt. I just stare. His body should be chiseled out of stone. He is the personification of a god and he wants me. I am about to have sex with a demon, the son of the Devil, but I am not afraid. I want to experience things that I have never done with him.

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

He found something very erotic about how much trust those women had in their partner. He has been planning for Christmas Eve night ever since. He knew exactly what he wanted to do. He had been doing extensive research into all things spanking and BDSM. He wanted to make Christmas perfect. He was going to fulfill his wife's deepest desires and bring her fantasy to life. He knew he was going to want a romantic setting and complete privacy, so what better way to get that than in a remote cabin in the mountains over Christmas? It was the perfect cover and Erica was none the wiser.