Erotic Bi Sexual Stories Novels & Stories

“But I need this. I need you.” Jasper kissed her red hair. “I need you too. I can’t stop.” Their secret summer debauchery continued. Mornings started with her mouth. Afternoons filled with long rides on the big bed. Evenings brought risky car fucks or quick sessions in empty rooms. Jasper’s body learned her completely. He could make her cum with his fingers, tongue, or cock in minutes.

Chapter 2: Sex with my best friend: Tale of a Bi- curious boy. Just to refresh memories, my name is Chris. I’m a bi-curious 19 year old with short, blonde hair. I’m about six feet tall with a nicely sculpted body. Skinny by nature, frisky by choice. My friend, Alex, is slightly shorter and skinnier than I am; again with blonde hair and a few muscles here and there.

Aeris was already trembling when she had her first orgasm, which my tongue licked all its drops. I reversed her body until she was lying face down. I slapped her pussy over and over again, her moans were even louder this time as the vibrator continued to do its job in her pussy. Holding her waist, I lifted her butt up. Her ass hole was throbbing when I spat a saliva on it, then I licked it. Aeris tried to avoid his ass on my face but I just held her waist firmly. “I’ll fuck you in your ass, bitch, while the vibrator fucks you in your pussy. Want that? Double penetration?”

NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> I love pornography. I regularly d******d videos and pictures from the Internet and love reading erotic stories. I am particularly drawn to pictures of black women with their chocolate brown skin, nearly black nipples and velvety pubic hair. I am a white male in my thirties and have never been with a black woman. I've been married for about ten years and my wife and I enjoy an adventurous sex life. She gets turned on watching x-rated movies and reading erotica as much as I do, but doesn't understand my fascination with dark skinned women.

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

ARC 10: MOONFLOWER ON THE ALTAR WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content, omegaverse dynamics with alpha/omega knotting and breeding, public gangbang, intense dubcon/noncon elements, and pack breeding/claiming themes. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to dark, unrestrained erotic fiction ---- My name is Vespera Eric, and I have spent every one of my twenty-one years knowing exactly how this night would end.

You pulled the phone back out from beneath the table but kept it pointed down as her foot firmly slid into your crotch, her bare toes passing up one of your thighs, across your groin and finally curving around the hard rod of your cock running down your other thigh. "Ooh, I think all my teasing is working, baby. You feel really hard. Is that all from me, or have you been thinking about our pretty waitress, too? Or maybe that blonde little hostess who sat us here? I bet if they knew what was going on, and what you had waiting in your pants, they'd be interested too. Who knows, maybe I'll ask them for their numbers and invite them over as a surprise sometime, baby. You know I'm bi-curious."

“Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.” Her words stung, but they also made my pussy clench harder around her fingers. Ria leaned down, kissing my neck, then my lips, as she pleasured me with skilled, relentless strokes. She added a third finger, stretching me wider, fucking me until I was moaning into her mouth and coming again. I came hard, shaking, and my juices were soaking the sheets. When I finally came down, panting and spent, Ria kissed my forehead. “But if you really want him… you’re going to have to prove you can take it.”

One massive hand wrapped around my throat holding me there while his other hand yanked my bikini top down, exposing my breasts. “These have been teasing me all fucking day,” he growled, palming my left boob roughly before pinching my nipple hard. I cried out, arching into his touch. “Walking around with your nipples hard and smelling like a desperate little Omega in heat. You think I didn’t notice?” He dropped his head and sucked one nipple into his hot mouth, biting down just enough to make me moan loudly. His hand slid down my stomach and straight into my bikini. Two thick fingers plunged into my soaked pussy without warning.