روايات وقصص ضمن Cosmopolitan Erotic Stories

The delicate fabric strained against her full breasts, her tiny waist tapering down into thick, curved hips that spilled out over the thin straps of her panties. The moment her dark eyes landed on me, a slow smile spread across her face. She sauntered over with her hips swaying rhythmically, wrapping her soft, bare arms around my neck. "Mmm... you kept me waiting, Hillian," she purred softly, burying her face against the crook of my neck and kissing her way up to my jaw. "And here I thought changing the spot from the lake house to a hotel meant you were getting impatient." Her hands slid down my chest, coming to rest over my lower belly, her warm body pressing flush against mine.

I know I sound completely unhinged right now, but I’ve officially lost every last ounce of self-control I ever possessed. Like, tragically, desperately and erotically gone. If there’s a special circle of hell reserved for shameless Omegas who finger-fuck themselves senseless while moaning their best friend’s father’s name into a hotel pillow, I already have my reserved seat. Front row. VIP with no escape. And the scary part? I don’t even care anymore. All of it—every whimper, every tremble, every desperate thrust of my fingers is for him......Damien Blackthorn.

She was suddenly aware of how shabby her jeans and simple sweater looked in this opulent space. "It's okay. Call me Damon." He gestured to the leather sofa. Ara sat, clutching her bag like a shield. Damon remained standing, studying her. “I’ve read every book you’ve written,” he stated. “All twenty-three. Your imagination is… exceptional. Filthy. Creative. It's a shame you've landed in this current situation.” Hearing a stranger acknowledge her erotic work so bluntly made her stomach twist.

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

And somehow… That made this even more dangerous. Because this was no longer just an attraction. It felt deeper than that. More emotional. More consuming. His hand brushed gently along my thigh again but this time they didn't wonder around they went straight into my swollen pussy that was already dripping wet while his dark eyes held mine completely captive. “Sebastian” I moaned his name loudly “You like that princess,” he whispered roughly. “Yes “I moaned loudly. He kept thrusting into me hard and fast with his fingers till I reached my orgasm I cum all over his fingers and he placed his fingers on his lips and licked them.

Lexi They kept fucking me like that for what felt like forever—long, deep strokes that kept me teetering right on the edge without letting me fall. My whole body was shaking, sweat slicking my skin, my pussy making the wettest, most obscene sounds every time they bottomed out. I could feel their cocks throbbing inside me, both of them fighting their own orgasms, veins pulsing against my walls. “Please… please…” I was crying now, actual tears of overwhelming pleasure and frustration. “I can’t hold it… I’m gonna cum… I’m so close… Zach, Julian, please let me cum…”

I stammered. “I see.” He smirked and continued walking. “So what do you think of erotic books? Do they convey the messages purely like movies do? The expressions, the feelings… everything.” I gulped. “It all comes down to how good the writer is.” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I most times prefer to read erotic books instead of watching erotic movies. “Interesting,” he smiled. “We really do have a lot in common.” “Do you get the urge to do it when you read them?” he continued.

The room reeked of sex, sweat and pussy, her body trembling as another orgasm built. Richard growled, slamming deeper, his cock throbbing inside her. I edged closer, stroking furiously, whispering more dirty encouragement. "Cum on that black dick, Jess. Let him flood you while I watch." Her eyes stayed on me, wild and locked, the cuckold thrill surging through us all as he drove her toward the edge, her tight cunt pulsing relentlessly around his relentless thrusts. This filthy night was far from over, her screams echoing as the climax built, promising more raw, interracial destruction.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.