Cosmopolitan Erotic Stories Novels & Stories

Pressing his tip against my entrance, he pushed his cock forward just enough to stretch me, the ache was delicious and maddening. Then he pulled away, leaving me gasping for more. They alternated, one teasing my pussy, the other rubbing against my clit or ass and always stopping at the brink. My juices coated their cocks as the room filled with the wet sounds of my denial. I was trembling, my orgasm built and receded like a tide. Gerald's fingers found my clit, circling it fast while the coordinator's cock pressed against my asshole, teasing the tight ring. My body convulsed, a dry orgasm ripping through me without penetration. I collapsed onto the bed, shaking. Gerald and the coordinator bo

Lila’s hands trembled as she stepped into the dimly lit luxury suite on the 28th floor. The city lights sparkled through floor-to-ceiling windows, but her focus was on the five men waiting for her. All tall, powerfully built, dark-skinned, and exuding raw confidence. They wore nothing but loose silk robes that did little to hide the heavy outlines of their cocks. This was it , her fantasy made real. At 29, married for six years to a man whose vanilla sex life had left her starving, Lila had finally said yes to the anonymous booking.

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The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

"James is a fucking retard. He's downstairs with a little bitch who probably sucked off everyone in the entire law firm for a raise. He doesn't deserve a woman with such beautiful tits and an ass like this." Killian didn't waste time with romance. He reached down, bunched up the skirt of my GNOIR dress, and shoved it up to my waist. He saw the black lace thong. It was completely transparent now, soaked through with my juices. "Fuck, Sin," Killian barked, his eyes darkening to almost black. "She's already dripping. I know you touched her. I told you not to touch the prize until I was here." "I couldn't help it, brother," Sin said, reaching around to cup my breast. "I had to taste her. She was

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. Outside, the air is cool, with the bass getting lower while we walk through an alley. ... But I don't think it's as cool as my lips are now I'm running my tongue over them lightly. I hadn't realised it at the bar, but... She's tall, really tall, so tall that even though I'm walking slightly behind her I'm still easily dwarfed by her frame.

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

"Good slut. Sleep now, dream of me using you." Dawn crept, pain throbbing constant reminder. Mia knocked— "Up yet?" I panicked, Jax slipping out window quiet, cock print on my mind. Dressed slow, pussy leaking cum down thighs, sore walk to kitchen. His eyes met mine over coffee, smirk promising: "Anytime." Dirty heat simmered weekend far from done, brother's claim deeper. But guilt twisted with lust Mia chatting clueless, her brother’s cum inside me. He cornered me later by sink, hand under skirt quick fingers sliding folds, parting open. "Shh, anytime quickie," growled dirty.

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.