Erotic Nudist Stories Novels & Stories

The others came closer, cocks out now, stroking themselves to the show. “Ride him, slut,” someone growled from behind. I did, unzipping the beard guy's pants, his hard shaft springing free….veiny, thick, pre-cum beading at the tip. I sank down, inch by inch, my walls stretching around him as I bounced, tits spilling from the dress. He grabbed my hips, slamming up into me, grunting like an animal. “Tight little Santa whore.”

” “So tell me how many ladies have you fucked so far, I can see this is not your face time of having sex.” ‘Actually, Aunt, this is my second time fucking a lady, the first was my girlfriend, it's just that I watch a lot of p**n videos, which makes me know more about how to have sex.’ Well, not bad, let's go to the bathroom and take a shower, when we are done, I will get you something to eat. We both made our way to the bathroom. “I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing as my eyes swept down to his nude beautiful form. I couldn't keep my gaze from returning to his crotch. His cock was looking soft and it seemed harmless. But I recalled how it felt inside my cunt and I love it.”

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It wasn’t Nathan. Bruno was sitting there, shirtless, his head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth parted in silent pleasure. His right hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, deliberately. Even in the dim blue light of the television, I could see the thick, glistening head and the precum shining at its tip. He was bigger, much bigger than Nathan. I froze. I had never seen anything like it before. The sight of my boyfriend’s father touching himself was so raw, so erotic, that I couldn’t look away.

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.

‘The flowers,’ she continued through gritted teeth, ‘are beautiful. Nero’s voice seemed to become deeper. ‘I agree,’ he whispered. ‘The nénuphar is the most beautiful flower of all.’ As he spoke his hand found her clitoris and began to massage the erect, erotic stem. Then his fingers encircled the rosebud pink petals of her sex-lips and began, with excruciating slowness, to penetrate her.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth to take it back. Dozens of photos of me... Fully, completely naked, the way you only are when you're certain you're alone — stepping out of the shower with my hair dripping down my spine, sprawled on top of the covers on several hot nights, on my knees on the mattress reaching for the lamp, legs mostly open because who closes their legs alone in their own locked room? "Jesus," I whispered. “This isn’t happening.”

She was naked in under a minute, spread out on the wide oak table she used for tarot readings. Nyx hovered over her, half mist, half man. Tendrils pinned her wrists and ankles gently but firmly. One thick, cool shadow slid between her thighs, parting her folds and rubbing slow, slick circles over her clit. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “All that fire wrapped in such soft skin.”

With shaking fingers, she’d complied, peeling off her clothes until she stood bare before them, the cool air raising goosebumps on her skin. She watched, heart hammering against her ribs, as they unzipped their own jeans, freeing their erections. Three very different cocks. Nick’s was long and thick, proudly jutting upward. Hal’s was a solid, formidable weight in his hand. Lee’s was elegant, like the man himself, but with a prominent vein running its length. The sight of them, these men she’d worshipped from afar, now stroking themselves while looking at her, was the most powerful aphrodisiac she’d ever known.