Daily Sex Book Novels & Stories

"I can see that the image is still clear in your head. You wanted to read it to see couples having sex, am I right?" "Yes, but can we leave it behind." "Listen, I am here for you, Raymond and grandpa are also here for you. You should let us know about these things if you are so curious to know." "Okay. But I want to ask a question." "Which question?" "Some of the stuff in that book, it looked like gymnastics, is it possible to do that?" I stroked his hair. "Every sex style is possible honey, no matter how awkward it may look."

His cock twitched traitorously in his sweatpants. Later that night, after Damien had gone to shower, Elias couldn’t take it anymore. He lay on his bed, hoodie pushed up to his chest, sweatpants shoved down just enough. His hand wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, stroking slowly at first, then faster. His eyes were closed, breath coming in soft, desperate pants. In his mind, it wasn’t some vague fantasy, it was Damien’s strong hands pinning him down, that deep voice growling filthy things into his ear while…

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.

It was sexy. “You can touch it if you want” Damien permitted and as if she was enchanted, she grabbed his shaft without hesitation, causing Damien to inhale sharply. She looked at Damien and he mirrored her lust. She hadn't had sex since she visited her gramps here, and only stuck to finger masturbating. She liked sex and had always wanted to experience it again after the two times she had done it years ago. And now, she'd probably be compensated decently. She moved closer to him and Damien lowered his head and sucked judiciously on her breasts, while she stroked his dick gently.

This book is intentionally divided into two parts. Part One — The Daddy Diaries contains 67 chapters focused on consensual power exchange between adults, including traditional Daddy kink (DDLG) as well as reverse or gender-flipped dynamics (MMLG), where roles are chosen freely. Part Two marks the beginning of All Yours as a broader erotica collection. These stories explore different fantasies, taboos, and power dynamics, all centered on desire, control, consent, and obsession. If Daddy kink or role-reversal dynamics are your preference, Part One offers a complete experience.

The wet, filthy sounds filled the room, even louder now that the only other noise was his heavy breathing and the faint sound from the video of his gym grunt still playing on my phone. Richard’s jaw flexed. He reached over and picked up my phone, turning the volume up so his own deep grunts and heavy breaths played clearly. Then he set it on the nightstand and crossed his arms, the muscles in his biceps and chest bulging under the tight tank top. “Louder,” he ordered. “Moan my name like you were before.” Heat pooled low in my belly. I was mortified… and more turned on than I had ever been in my life. I curled my fingers deeper, rubbing my clit with my thumb as I obeyed. “Richard… oh god, Ric

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

Calm voice, sharp edge. I didn't answer. Explaining was pointless. He headed for the door. "Follow me." I trailed him, careful to keep space between us. He stopped at the guest bath, opened a hidden cabinet. "You left it here." The doors swung open and my face went hot. Past a couple bottles of skincare, the rest was... humiliating. Vibrators in every shade, whips, cuffs, lube, and a stack of graphic books—Conquest of Desire, The Ultimate Guide to Pleasure, 365 Sex Positions, The Hidden Arts of Intimacy.

Most of them didn’t understand polyamory and thought it was group sex or having more than one girl on a string at a time, and that wasn’t what I was after. I wanted to expose the practice for what it was, not what people thought it was. I felt that I was learning something every day about it by reading books that talked about the subject. Who knew that A****n would be filled with books about Reverse Harem? They seemed to be a popular topic, and I must admit a few of them had me hot and sweaty at night with my hands in between my leg. Something that I regularly did, but never with no one in mind. He would be a hot guy, and he would want me, that was the only credential. Now, I couldn’t look a

⚠️ Trigger Warning : This chapter contains explicit sexual content involving power play, dominant/submissive dynamics, and a threesome scenario. All acts depicted are fully consensual between adults, though they may include verbal degradation, intense language, and elements of coercive fantasy. Reader discretion is strongly advised. •••••••••••• Summary: A horny white housewife fantasizes about being with a black man. When she finally takes the plunge, one isn’t enough. She finds herself addicted to the thrill, fucking several black men and loving every second of it.