Explicit Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Their relationship was nothing more than a sponsor and an artist, with the main character dutifully warming his bed even without being asked. In one word, this was a fully spicy, abusive arc that won the hearts of many crazy readers and elevated the whole book into one of the top spicy books on the platform! Uea should have been excited. Aside from money, what else was the joy of life? Of course, it was sex. Sterly gave the main character both satisfying sex and money. What else could one desire? But humans were made to be inherently greedy. When they hadn't tasted something, they'd never see it as much, but after tasting it, it would be hard to pretend they hadn't.

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

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.

We were the perfect love story, and we could have remained so…if only I hadn’t…. “Liv, what do you want?” Mark asked, snapping me out of my thoughts again. My eyes darted over the menu, “Ummh, could you order for me. I need to use the restroom real quick.” I barely heard his response as I literally sprinted towards the restroom. Have you ever been horny? I don’t mean that little urge you feel when you’re next to a man you like. I’m talking about full blown crazy need for sex. You can feel your blood dancing, your heart racing, your cunt wet and so full that something as simple as your thong grazing against your clit is electrifying.

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

"Sex is always... boring with him so I never cum. I've been faking my orgasm since we got married." Seraphine felt the sweet sensation stop. Perhaps he was shocked. Maybe. The feather continued its maddening path, tracing the outline of her labia, dipping slightly into her entrance before retreating. Her muscles tensed, straining against the cuffs. "I'm tired of pleasuring myself... I want a rough fuck by a real man," she continued, the words pouring out of her now, fueled by the teasing and the darkness. He clicked his tongue, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Interesting wishes whore"

Her fingers slid easily back inside me, picking up where I left off , withdeep, steady strokes that made fresh wetness leak out. “He won’t be interested in you like that, Maya,” she said softly but firmly, curling her fingers against my G-spot while her thumb circled my clit. “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.”

“And most people just skim between the sex scenes, anyway, in these types of books.” Gregory laughed, losing his breath. “Most people don’t have your absolute focus on sex, Vixen.” “Shame, that. If everyone focused on getting off, they wouldn’t get into all other sorts of strife,” she was teasing him. “Do you want me to tell you a real porn story, rather than one from a book?”

The way he had told me he wanted me to call him Daddy. I pushed my middle finger inside myself. I was so wet that it slid in easily. The heat and tightness made me moan again, longer this time. “Ahhhhh… yes…” I added a second finger and started fucking myself in slow deep strokes. My palm rubbed against my clit with every thrust. Wet sounds filled the quiet bedroom. I could hear how soaked I was every time my fingers moved. The scent of my own arousal rose between my legs. I thought about Victor pinning my wrists above my head. I thought about the silk scarf around my throat. I thought about his mouth on me while he kept me on the edge. My fingers moved faster. My hips rolled up to meet ever

It was the permission, the shared secret, that undid her. The orgasm ripped through her, silent and violent. Her mouth opened in a soundless cry, her body clamping down on his fingers as waves of pleasure radiated out from where he touched her, deeper and more consuming than the one in the doctor’s office. This one was stolen and dirty. As she shuddered against him, he slowly withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth. With his eyes locked on hers, he sucked them clean. Her breath hitched because it was the most intimate thing she’d ever seen.