Erotic Mmf Stories Novels & Stories

“Right here where I make my sauces. What if someone walks in and sees my cum dripping out of you tomorrow morning?” The risky dirty talk sent her spiraling. Mia’s third orgasm hit as Alex buried himself deep and came with a guttural groan. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her pussy, pulse after pulse, overflowing and dripping down her thighs onto the stainless steel counter. They stayed locked together, panting, his cock still twitching inside her. Alex kissed her deeply, tasting whipped cream and sex on both their tongues. “Messy girl,” he murmured, looking at the cream smears on her breasts, the oil and cum mixture leaking from her. “Clean up duty just got a lot more interesting.”

The mirrors reflected the obscene scene from every angle: her body rocking between three powerful, identical men, her breasts bouncing, saliva dripping down her chin, and her pussy stretched obscenely around two thick cocks. “Fuck, she’s squeezing us so tight,” Damien groaned. “She was made for this,” Rafael added, tangling his fingers in her hair. “Our perfect shared whore.” The pleasure became too much. Aurora came violently, her scream muffled around Rafael’s cock as her body convulsed. Her pussy clamped down hard on the two cocks inside her, triggering both Damien and Cassian. They came almost together, flooding her womb with thick, hot loads of cum. Rafael followed seconds later, spilli

The honest truth, even if it was misleading. “Just don’t forget that it’s only a fling. Women can be emotional about sex and if it’s been a while for you …” She met his gaze, her heart pounding hard. “Jake, have I ever seemed like the kind of person who doesn’t know her own mind? Let me worry about it. I promise you, I don’t have one single repressed fantasy about love and happily ever after anywhere inside of me. I’m far too practical.” She stood from the couch, trying to keep her expression cool, trying to ignore her rapidly beating pulse. “And anyway, it’s only a fling. I’ll probably

I hollered, legs arched up on knees. Jax growled dirty: "That's right, Mia's best friend taking brother's cock raw. Anytime I want—sleeping, waking, your pussy's mine to fill, stretch, breed like a whore. Beg for it, let me use you whenever." "Aaaaaaa..... hhhhh!" I screamed, climax crashing again, pussy gushing around his cock as he spanked my ass red. He flipped me opposite now onto my back, legs over shoulders for deep missionary twist, cock spearing in painful stretch. "Opposite pound, baby... feel me ruin this anytime hole," he rasped, dirty words spilling.

she began, her thigh touching mine, "what makes you write like that? Your story was... real. It felt like you were writing about someone specific." I took a sip, the wine warm in my throat. "I guess... desires I haven't tried. Things I imagine but haven't done." My cheeks burned, but her gaze held me, urging me on. Marcus leaned forward, his voice low. "We're open-minded about desires. Life's too short to hold back, don't you think?" The air grew thick, charged with something new. Renata's hand touched my arm, light but clear. "Your story mentioned a couple," she said, her lips close to my ear. "Is that something you think about?"

Maria compromised with a faint-smile with a gentle peck but still snooping around for a clue since is not totally convinced with the story of keeping the windows open and doors closed due to the storm. They both left the kitchen together, leaving Sophie behind as she is still eave-dropping to capture the conversation of her parents. Speaking with her best-friend Retica on the phone made her remember her story and she only briefed her friend on the phone about how excited she felt to know what she was missing all this while. Retica asked, what did I miss? Is he really sexy-hot in bed? Or is he an old jerk with no Cum. Beyond your wildest imagination, he is really touchy, rocky and crazy in be

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.

IMPORTANT WARNING: This is an MM (Male/Male) Gay Erotica story with extremely explicit and graphic sexual content. If you prefer MF stories and are uncomfortable with gay romance, please skip this book and move to Story 9 in my collection. 18+ ONLY. Liam’s hand still stung from the slap he’d delivered two days ago. The memory burned hotter than the summer night air clinging to his skin. That arrogant bastard at the gallery opening, tall, dark-haired, with a jaw like carved marble and eyes that screamed 'I own everything I touch' had grabbed him by the waist and kissed him like he had every right. No warning. Just lips crashing down, demanding, tasting of expensive whiskey and pure dominance.

His thrusts were so hard and deep that they made my tits bounce, the sound of our flesh slapping filled the room and Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, his fingers toyed with my nipples, twisting and pinching them. His large hands came down as a hard slap and I bit the gag feeling myself getting wetter from the pain. He turned the vibrator back on and pressed it against my clit, switching the speed from fast to slow, teasing me mercilessly. “You’re such a dirty little slut, Maggie,” he growled, thrusting harder. “Begging a stranger for cock at a party. Now you’re getting exactly what you asked for. I’m going to fill this greedy pussy up. Breed you like the desperate whore you are.”

My biggest problem wasn’t writer’s block. It was a terminal, throbbing case of blue balls, and the only cure was Damian. I could write a thousand words about the slick heat of skin on skin, the guttural sounds a man makes when he’s about to come, the exact way a cock pulses in your hand. My anonymous stories in the university literary magazine were legendary, the most dog-eared, most whispered-about pages in the whole publication. Everyone thought "A. N. Onymous" was some kind of campus Casanova, a mysterious god of sex who’d seen it all, done it twice, and written the manual.