Fell Lust Sans Novels & Stories

Giselle was a mess. Sweat slicked her olive skin. Her dark hair stuck to her face. Her pussy was swollen, bright red, and leaking a constant stream of slick onto the sheets. Every denied orgasm made the curse pulse hotter inside her, feeding on her frustration and turning it into raw, aching need. “Please,” Giselle finally whimpered, voice cracking. “Lena, I need to come, please let me come…” Lena’s eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction. The curse had her fully now.

she whimpered, her voice carrying clearly across the theatre. The audience was captivated. Several men in the front rows shifted in their seats, their eyes locked on Lila. Her innocent face was flushed with arousal, cheeks pink and eyes half-closed in bliss. Her fingers moved faster, plunging deeper into her wet cúnt. The wet, squelching sounds of her masturbátion mixed with her rising moans, creating a symphony of pure lust.

The man looked nothing sort of a devil. It was one of those nights to remember for him. Utterly blissful and amazing. The girl had been so good in bed. She had the sleekest and tightest pussy he had fucked to date. She was just perfect. A bit skinny but her features for just all that. With small and round breasts that would fit in his large palms and her hypersensitivity to his touch… she was very good in bed. Lise held back a sob as Andreas pulled his boxers and jeans up and buttoned them.

Pleasure rolled through her in waves as he moved, slow at first, teasing, then faster, his tongue and fingers working together until she was gasping, hands tangled in his hair. Her climax hit hard, rolling over her like fire and breaking her into trembling pieces. Theo didn’t stop until she had nothing left but breathless moans. When he finally pulled back, his lips glistened, eyes dark with desire. Theo leaned over her, mouth brushing her ear. “My turn.” Jasmine’s fingers fumbled with his jeans, urgency drowning shyness. She pushed them down, freeing him, and her breath caught at the sight. Hard, thick cock, already pulsing with need.

After a while, we disengaged the kiss breathlessly, but all we could think of was, continuing. The only thing in the atmosphere at that moment was lust, apart from that, there was nothing else and it was so satisfying. Without a warning, my hands slipped behind Lorenzo's back, unzipping the zip to her dress. Instantly, the dress fell from above her shoulder exposing her huge peaks. Her nipples were erect and red. Without waiting, I grabbed them, squeezing them softly as a moan escaped Lorenzo's mouth. Bending slightly, I placed one of them into my mouth, suckling like a child who had long been starved of his mother's milk.

“You can take it. Breathe through it. That’s my good fucking slut.” He drove the rest of the way in with a deep grunt, bottoming out, his balls pressed against her clit. Lila’s eyes rolled back. She’d never felt anything like this — completely owned, split open, ruined in the best way. He started fucking her hard. No warm-up, no mercy. Deep, punishing strokes that slammed her into the wall with every thrust. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with the sound of the pool water and her broken moans.

If she could just break through that last barrier to being whole… “A good man would teach you ‘sexy’.” Summer’s mouth twisted into a naughty grin as her eyes flashed fun. “Now, turn the radio on. ‘Speaking of Sex & Lust’ is about to start.” Rowena groaned. She had a love-hate relationship with ‘Dr. Lovejoy’ and his… radio show. There was something about that man’s voice that made her insides tingle and turn to goo. Listening to him talk about relationships and sex for hours every night drove her insane. Of course, Rowena supposed it was self-torture, considering she’d given up all hope of ever having sex again.

My head went blank. “Fuck, Maddie…” He muttered, clenching his teeth. I felt him hit the one spot I could swear hadn’t been touched in ages. My dildos never did it. Every time I tried to give myself the pleasure I wanted, digging and searching for the right place, it was never satisfying. My chest rose and fell rapidly. My mind went in circles—shame, lust, desperation, and delight all tangled together. Every nerve in my body, every hair standing on my skin, screamed for more, and I didn’t want to resist.

Every nerve ignited; it was terrifying and exquisite, like touching infinity. And it seemed to fuel him, driving his pleasure higher, fiercer, faster. "Fuck—I'm coming..." he growled, voice derailing completely, blood dripping from his mouth onto my chest, impossible to contain, every movement raw and uncontrollable. I felt him spill inside me, his body shuddering, fracturing into a keening groan, a curse escaping his lips. We clung to each other, bodies trembling, hearts racing, until the fire slowly ebbed. The halo of silver and blue around us faded, less bright but still lingering, an invisible chain binding us, eternal and unbreakable.

Our moans filling the room, our sweat mixing together. "Fuccck!." I grit out as his warm liquid spills inside of me. He take out his sex and collapsed beside me. "That was terrific Francis." I gasp for breath as my fingers encircle his length. I sit up and straddle him, I slowly sit on his sex as it fills me. I throw back my head and move up and down slowly. He groans and grabs my ass shoving me down roughly. My walls tightening round him and I lean in and kiss him fiercely. We pull apart and I sit up on his length again