Feminist Sex Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

It wasn't pain, but pleasure. And sex became a routine Vay enjoyed with Ben, not as a virgin anymore, but a perfect sex slave Ben didn't regret he had. 8B: HER LESBIAN FANTASY 1. Sheila walked through the hallway, piles of worked and unworked documents in her hand, heading for her boss’s office. As she got closer to the door and made use of her knuckle, but no response, muffled moaning sounds attracted her attention. She paused. Placing her ears on the door, it creaked open, causing her to lose her balance.

If not every night, we always make sure that we have sex four times a week. However, as I watch Laurel peacefully sleep on our bed, my cock starts to become hard again. I can’t deny that she’s sexy. It’s already given that she is, and no one can say that she’s not hot because she is so fucking hot—probably the hottest woman I have ever seen in my entire life.

With the door to talking about sex cracked open, she added, "I enjoy a good sexual fantasy as much as the next woman, I guess. Which genres of stories do you like most?" "Normally it would be the hot-wife stories," Cheryl answered, "But I was reading a really hot incest/taboo story there the other day where the characters happened to be named Darlene, James, and Shannon." She looked Darlene in her surprised eyes and with a suggestive grin she added, "It's hard for me to imagine that's just coincidence. Did you write that story? Is that your taboo fantasy I was reading?" Darlene was a bit taken aback by her friend's blunt question, but her tone and the look on her face were certainly not judg

Her husband stood over her, pumping his cock Victoria rubbed her own clit fast, watching them. Laura came first, soaking Victoria's thigh with fresh squirt then her husband groaned and shot thick ropes of cum across Victoria's breasts and stomach. Victoria followed right after, moaning loud as her orgasm hit, the three of them collapsed on the bed in a sweaty, sticky pile, for a minute, no one spoke just heavy breathing and the smell of sex all around them. Laura curled against Victoria's side, one hand resting on her husband's chest. "I can't believe we just did that," she whispered.

“It’s sexy. But it’s more than that. You’re figuring out what actually turns you on and what doesn’t. Most people never even get that far because they’re too busy worrying if they’re weird, or wrong, or too much.” I swallowed, leaning back against him. “You make it sound easy.” “It should be,” he murmured, his mouth brushing my ear, his hand sliding slow over my stomach. “Sex isn’t supposed to be a game you’re scared of losing. It’s supposed to be fun, messy, filthy, honest. No shame in finding out what feels good and what doesn’t. That’s the point.” My breath caught, the words sinking deeper than I expected. “You really believe that?”

Anna's POV I was lying on my bed, heart pounding, pussy already wet. I had been chatting with him for weeks. My sexy online buddy. The one who made me feel like a dirty little slut even though I was still a virgin. I wanted this so bad. I wanted to finally feel what real sex was like.

When she came she ground down hard, flooding my tongue, thighs trembling on either side of my head. We switched positions again and again through the night. I fucked her with my fingers while she fucked me with hers, faces close, sharing every gasp and moan. We used a small vibrator she kept in the nightstand, pressing it against each other's clits until the dual stimulation made us come hard and shaking. At one point she got behind me, spooning close, and reached around to rub my clit while she rocked her own wetness against the curve of my ass. The friction and the steady circles of her fingers pulled another orgasm from me, softer this time but deep. Between rounds we talked in quiet voic

She exclaimed coaxing his cock and then spreading her legs wider to engulf it. “Oh!” She cried as she felt how deep he went into her. Her head fell back as she got used to him inside her, but as she started to move, both groaned with ecstasy. He pinched her nipples and felt her tighten around him. She opened her eyes with surprise. “Again,” she said. He did it again. The walls that were warmly wrapped around his shaft squeezed him again. “Again,” she ordered. Delighted, he did. Whatever she asked. Again, and again. More, and more. End of Book 1

the vampire king said before he thrust into me once more. --- That night, I lost count of how many times we did it. Unlike the first time I had sex with each of the kings, that night I seemed like a changed person. My arse didn't hurt as much, and what was more, I was still eager for more. Who knew, the kings might have turned me into an insatiable slut. "Wake up, it's time to leave," Fin whispered. "Fyre found a stream not too far from here." I yawned.

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.