Daily Sex Book Novels & Stories

"If you're sure you want to share." Gemma carefully ran her fingers through Sabrina's hair, gathering it up into a loose ponytail. Gemma's own hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat, her blonde locks messy and framing her features with an 'I just had sex' aura. "I am," she said. "And to say thank you for hitting my kink so well..." She moved her hands from Sabrina's hair to her throat. "I want to do the same for you. Now, bed Daddy to stretch out your cunt and fuck a big, creamy load into you as well."

He held himself there for a moment, letting me adjust to his size, before he began to thrust. He moved with a steady, rhythmic pace, each thrust hitting my perfect spot inside me that made my eyes roll back. I could hear the wet, slapping sound of our bodies coming together, muffled by the stacks of books and the silence of the library. He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin, as he pounded into me with a ferocity that left me breathless.

Lila moaned loudly, her fingers in his hair, guiding him deeper, her hips grinding against his face until she climaxed, her body shaking with release. But they weren't done. Alex stood, positioning himself and thrusting into her slowly, feeling her tight heat envelop him inch by inch. He started with deep, steady strokes, building rhythm, their bodies slapping together as he gripped her hips. Lila wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, her nails digging into his back as she whispered, 'Faster, don't stop.' He obliged, pounding harder, one hand rubbing her clit to extend her pleasure. After she came again, they switched positions; she dropped to her knees, taking him into her mouth,

My fingers slipped inside, through soft curls, and found a scorching, drenched heat. "Keep going," I breathed, my middle finger sliding through her slick folds, circling her entrance. "Nicholas... Nick... don't... I mean..." But her protest was weak, her body arching into my touch. "Keep talking. Tell me how to make her come." "You can... talk to her... tell her she tastes good, that you love it... mash your tongue onto her clit... pulse it in time with your fingers... keep doing that... just like that... yes..."

Else, how would I explain where I was? I tried not to think about it, a small smile playing across my lips as I read the same page I had tried to yesterday at the office, reminding me of the time-out on the couch and bed. I had acted like quite the randy little slut yesterday. Dropping the book into my lap, I thought about Asher and his guest and the little display I had put on for them. Thoughts of exposing myself to them and then masturbating made my smile widen, and I felt a tiny but unmistakable twinge in my pussy. Mentally talking to my sex drive, I reminded myself that I couldn't give in to wild passions because of my marital status but must be ready for Asher whenever he wants me, the

His young virile seed was endless, gallons of high quality royal protein that sure made my night. “Oh, god... ooohhhh!” Doris moaned and put the book down. Her left hand had three fingers pushed inside her pussy from the side of her panties. She closed her eyes and shivered, imaging everything she was reading. Picking the book up again, she sighed deeply and resumed.

That turned her on so much that she grabbed my hand and guided it to masturbate her under her dress or skirt. I learned that when sex becomes so easy to acquire (merely on a whim) it can get easy to take it for granted. But grandma doesn't let it become boring for either of us. She's an uninhibited freak who's game to try almost anything that doesn't involve pain. Her motto has always been: If it feels good, do it! That includes swinging.

“I haven’t had sex in eight months.” The room went so quiet I could hear the rain ticking against the windows. Alex paused mid-chew. Matteo’s chopsticks froze halfway to his mouth. “Eight?” Alex finally repeated, like the word was in a foreign language. I groaned and pulled the hood of my sweatshirt over my face. “Do not make me say it again.” Matteo set his carton down carefully. “Daniel?” he asked, gentle. I peeked out. “Yes, Daniel. Saint Daniel of the Purity Rings and Biblical Dating Guidelines. He believes sex is a sacred gift to be opened only after mutual commitment and, preferably, a pastor’s blessing.”

If he heard or read something or saw it, he knew it. His second geeky habit was he read a lot. Gio had the unfortunate distinction, since the eighth-grade end of the year awards ceremony, of being the only student in the history of his school to have officially read every book in the school library. That was how he knew so much about sex and pleasing a woman. In a forgotten section of the library, he'd found a book he stole. The book was an old religious training book for engaged men called "The Act of Marriage." It was a book a pastor had written explaining how to sexually please a young groom's new wife, complete with drawings and diagrams. Gio had read that book cover to cover at least 50

She couldn't. The book tumbled to the floor as he yanked her thighs apart. No more patience. No more hesitation. Just the raw, desperate heat of her body clenching around him as he fucked her like the illustrations promised—hard, deep, unforgiving. Duy Nam fucked Ánh Nguyệt relentlessly—bent over the bed, her legs hooked over his shoulders, pressed against the wall with her silk robes shoved up around her waist. Every page of that damned book came alive beneath his hands, her moans growing louder, her body slick and swollen with need.