English Sex Story Novels & Stories

The alcohol was still thick in her veins, Rissa felt herself unraveling in slow, syrupy waves, her legs falling wider and hips lifting toward his hand when his rough fingers finally slipped between her thighs and found how embarrassingly wet she already was. “Fuck,” Ronan breathed, the word almost reverent. “All this for a man who won’t even look at you?” He worked her open with slow, merciless strokes, curling two fingers deep inside, while his thumb circled her clit in tight, unrelenting loops. Larissa’s head thrashed against the pillow, a broken sob caught in her throat every time he dragged against that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids. She was close, dangerously

It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied. Sliding my ankle length skirt to my hips, I could clearly see my burgundy lace panties were soaked through from my earlier encounter with those nitwits. Clit so puffy it pushed against the lace fabric. Mark, my boyfriend, probably had dinner ready,wondering why I was always back home so late. I opened the book to the last page I stopped. The female lead was on her knees, mouth stretched around a steely black pipe while the second guy fingered her open with four fingers, preparing her for double penetration

the air around his thickening with our sounds the rhythm of our bodies moving together I felt my body shaking and my release came in waves it was sudden my heads tipping against the shelf a moan escaping my mouth before he kissed me ….he came soon after a groan buried deep into his throat as he buried himself deep one last time. We stayed there like that ….his dick still buried deep inside me until reality slowly crept him….and the sound of the library keys jolting me back to reality that I just had crazy wild sex with a stranger in a library ….I didn't know what to say or how to feel…..

that felt like the most powerful ending for this couple. Okay, that was the heartfelt, literary reason. Now for the completely, utterly ridiculous and honest reason: I literally could not write another sex scene. I am not joking. We were closing in on 80,000 words on this thing! A hundred thousand words! Do you have any idea how many different ways there are to describe a hand running through hair? Or a deep gaze across a room? I was starting to lose my mind trying to come up with fresh, non-repetitive action. I truly don't think I would have survived trying to write a fresh, unique, meaningful, and non-absurdly-long sex scene at this point in the narrative. My fingers were cramping, my thes

“My god… look at you two sluts rubbing pussies.” Sarah reached out and pulled him closer. “Your turn soon, baby. But first, watch us cum together again.” We ground faster, moaning loudly. I came first this time, my pussy pulsing and squirting against hers. Sarah followed right after, her cunt gushing and mixing with mine in a slippery mess. We kept rubbing through it, drawing out every last tremor until we collapsed, panting.

I hаd mу fingеrѕ in my fiancee’s рuѕѕу during the еntirе ѕtоrу. I couldn't just help myself. By the time she was done telling her story, my dick was throbbing painfully, and I swear her pussy had gotten wetter. My fingers were covered in her arousal. Damn, those two lesbians had turned my fiancee into a horny dog in heat and banged her in a fucking public toilet at a club, and she fucking loved it. I could tell from the excitement swimming in her eyes.

Except her. So out it came. The story of Peter and me. The story of a capable successful woman acting like a sex-enslaved bimbo over a man who was divine in bed but a selfish, ten-timing monster everywhere else ... Once I’d started, I couldn't stop. Amongst the sobs and hiccups, I blurted out things I’d never told anybody. How if Peter smiled that filmstar smile of his 1 was putty. How he’d make me beg for more of his perfect Joy of Sex fucking. How he’d make me climax in a way so expert I half expected a judge to pop up and give marks for technical merit. And how afterwards — while my body still sizzled — I'd wish I hadn't been so ‘easy’...

cly and toned. My eyes however were drawn to his very large cock. The largest in the room I would later discover. He was slowly jerking it as he looked at me and I felt a surge of energy hit me. She got up and made her way in front of me. She kissed me hard grabbing my bottom as she did so. Her tongue felt amazing as it slipped down my throat. She pushed into me I had to step back to avoid falling over. She kept pushing until I was pushed into the blackboard. My ass was pressed into the cold surface and I felt the remnants of chalk covering my bottom. She pushed her body into mine and our breasts squashed themselves together. She pushed me hard and I felt every part of her body meet mine. He

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