Favorite Sex Stories Novels & Stories

“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?”

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’...

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She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

* *As your fingers trace along the edge of her panties, Stefanie gasps softly, her body shivering with anticipation. *Y/N's fingers dance across the damp fabric, relishing the sensation of Stefanie's slick arousal seeping through. The heat radiating from her core is almost palpable, sending tingles coursing through their own body.* *"You're so wet already," *Y/N whispers, voice husky with growing desire.* "Does the thought of having my cock inside you excite you that much?" *Unable to resist the temptation, Y/N slowly slides a finger underneath the elastic, brushing against Stefanie's sensitive flesh. Her sharp intake of breath and the way her thighs quiver in response only fuel Y/N's curios

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

Our wetness mixed, making every movement slippery and sexy. She leaned forward, capturing one of my nipples in her mouth and sucking hard while her hips kept moving. Belle's fingers traced my jaw, then slid down to pinch my other nipple, twisting just enough to make me gasp into her mouth. Tasha picked up the pace, grinding against me faster, her clit rubbing mine with every roll of her hips. She reached down and spread my pussy lips wider with her fingers so our clits could grind directly together, the friction of our clits made the heat coil low in my belly.

She reached for me and we kissed again, moaning into each other’s mouths while the men used us. “Ride his face,” he commanded. “Grind that greedy cunt on him.” I did. I rocked my hips, smearing all my juices all over Ryan’s mouth and chin. He sucked my clit hard, two fingers pushing into my ass, opening me up. The pressure was insane. Then they switched to me. Her dad pulled me onto him. His massive cock pressed against my tight asshole and slowly forced its way in. The burn was intense and overwhelming. I whimpered, but Lena was there, kissing me, whispering. “You can take it baby, let him stretch you.”

The revealing dress had done it, my boobs jiggling free under the top, nipples poking through fabric, making his cock strain against his shorts. He grabbed my hand under the blanket, guiding it to his zipper, hard, thick bulge throbbing. "Force of the dress, baby. Suck your best friend's brother's cock now, anytime means here." Heart hammered, risk electric, Mia inches away. But lust won; I nodded, slipping off the couch casual like grabbing a drink. "Thirsty," I lied to Mia, who waved absent. Kitchen dark, connected open to the living room. Jax followed seconds later, "Me too," casual. Door half-shut for shadow, but voices carried. He backed me to the counter fast, unzipping, cock springing

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