Novel & Cerita Descriptive Sex Stories

Tyler pulled out of me slowly, his thick cock glistening with our mixed juices. A thick trickle of his cum leaked from my freshly fucked pussy and ran down my inner thigh. I was still trembling on the bed, my black dress bunched around my waist, breasts heaving as I tried to catch my breath. The room was dimly lit and already smelled like sex. A few other couples were making out or fucking on the large sectional couch and the other bed in the corner, but most eyes were on us now.

I gasped, the stretch delicious and overwhelming. He filled me completely, bottoming out with a low groan. “Good girl.” His hips rolled, deep and deliberate. “Again. Louder.” I repeated it, voice breaking on every word as he fucked me against the window steady, punishing strokes that made my nipples harden against the glass and my breath fog the surface. Anyone with binoculars in the building across the street might see my silhouette, dress bunched at my waist, getting railed by a man who was supposed to be marrying someone else.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

It was a raw, wet mess of sex. Splosh. Slap. Splosh. "We are going to shift your womb as a team!" Leo shouted after he pulled his cock out of her mouth. The men began to change places. They moved like a dance. One man would pull out, and another would push in. Lily was never empty. She was constantly being filled by a new, massive cock. She felt the different shapes—the length of Kai, the width of Zane, the power of Jax. She felt her womb being pushed back and forth. She felt like her insides were being melted by the hot water and the hot men. The erotica was so loud. The sound of the bubbles and their heavy breathing filled the night.

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.

“My love with a bountiful package. I’m always at your mercy. But I love to beg – crawl at your feet and be submissive to you. You have that hold on me. You have never lost touch with what my body craves. I need you more with each passing day. You make my life more interesting with all the sex moves you play on me. I wish your prude wife could see us fuck, then she’d know what she is missing.” “I love missing you. That’s exactly why I keep searching for you – even when I’m right in front of you. You are something special. Your pussy sings my praise whenever I speak to it. I worship every inch of your body. You are divine. Beauty isn’t more beautiful than you are.” “Tell me about your sexual e

She came twice more before she pushed the toy away and pulled me up for a long, messy kiss. We shifted positions throughout the night. At one point she straddled my face and rocked against my mouth while I gripped her hips and drank her down. Later I had her on her hands and knees, two fingers buried deep, thumb circling her clit, until she collapsed forward onto the pillows with a broken sound. We used our mouths, our hands, the toy again. Every time one of us recovered the other started something new. Somewhere past midnight we slowed. The rain had stopped. The room smelled of sex and skin. Priya lay half on top of me, fingers tracing lazy circles on my stomach.

but like I said, it’s a craze. Yet there I was, looking absolutely nothing like a lady. Why don’t we have mirrors in bathroom stalls, that way I wouldn’t have to guess how disheveled I look. Even the thought of it seemed to fuel my sex craze. My pace picked up, so much that I could feel my legs shaking from the effect. “Yessssss…yessss ... .please” I panted out loud, as I felt myself getting closer. And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” I smile back. “Turn over,” he says. I flip around so his front is to my back. He pulls me close, and I feel the thickness of his morning erection press against my bottom. I wiggle slowly as he kisses my neck and trails his fingers down to my pussy. “So wet for me,” he whispers. I swirl my hips, whimpering at the sudden need that’s coursing through me. He turns away and I hear him open the condom, and in moments, bliss comes as he pushes inside. The angle is different and hits deep, causing me to cry out.

Justin's cock was thick and massive, with his piercing an additional bonus. Ronald's cock was smaller than the others, maybe six or seven inches long with a thicker width. They stared at my body with lust in their eyes, and I could tell that they wanted to fuck me. Yes, this is what I want, this is my fantasy and erotic thoughts becoming a reality. I want to know how it feels to be fucked by three attractive men at once; I want to get fucked in the ass; I want to try anus sex for the very first time, right at this moment.