روايات وقصص ضمن Fiction Sex Stories

“Fantasy? I imagine a guy taking me at work, in the office bathroom. He pins me against the sink, hikes up my skirt, and shoves his fingers into my wet pussy, fingering me hard while I bite my arm to keep from screaming. Then he fucks me from behind, slapping my ass while I cum. No condom, filling me with cum until it drips down my legs. Fuck, Marcos, I’m going crazy just talking about it.” They laughed together now—dirty, loaded laughs—their bodies inching closer on the filthy floor. The air was thick with lust, the smell of sweat and arousal mingling like a forbidden perfume. Marcos told another story, about a fuck in a dark alley, pounding a chick against the wall while it rained, water m

Sam actually blushed, "I'll send you the links. It was tough to track the origins of the vids, other than that one filmmaker, but the Reddit stories were easy. A lot were fakes, but I ended up making contact with quite a few posters whose stories were real. I also started reading stories posted on erotica sites and looking up the authors. A couple said right out that they were in incestuous relationships. The stories they wrote had a different feel, I got so I could tell." Deb smiled. I wondered what was in her coffee, "Reading and seeing all that must have been—exhausting." Sam looked right at my sister, "I'd do my work on a wooden chair with a suction cup dildo and towel under the chair. M

I reached between my legs, rubbing my swollen nub frantically, chasing the building pressure. The kitchen echoed with our filth—my moans, his grunts, the wet smack of skin on skin. He leaned over me, one hand sliding up to squeeze my tit through the bra, pinching the nipple until I yelped. "You like that, don't you? Getting fucked like the dirty step-sister you are. Bet you've dreamed of this, spreading your legs for family cock." "God, yes! Harder, Ethan! Make me cum on your dick!" I was lost in it, the slow burn of tension from weeks of glances exploding into this raw claiming. His pace quickened, relentless, and I felt him swell inside me, throbbing against my walls.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.

We were joined completely in that way, far more closely than other, normal people could ever be. And we were making love. I'd tried to deny my feelings before, but no longer. I leaned into her, pushing her long legs towards the headboard and rolling Shelly's ass off the mattress. I took long, deep strokes and enjoyed the way my sperm-filled balls slapped her butt. After viewing far too much porn in college, we were having sex the way I'd always imagined it. Porn star sex, slamming my cock into her horny hole with relentless passion. Grunting and groaning. Her firm breasts bounced and jiggled, her fingers clawed at the sheets, and I liked to imagine my cock kissing the pillow of her cervix. T

I had soaked the sheets down to the mattress. The faintest grin crossed Nathan’s face. “You need some kind of pleasure in your life. I can’t give it to you. Not like this. Remember all the fun we used to have? All the sexy shit we used to do.” A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about Nathan in healthier times. Our love life had never been an issue. No matter how broken we were, or how petty the argument, our sex life was something that never suffered. Sometimes we would fight over the smallest of things just to end up fucking like rabbits. It was a miracle I didn't get pregnant.

“This is still hate sex, Marcus. Don’t get any ideas. I still can’t stand your arrogant ass.” He stripped fast, cock rock hard and curving up. “Keep telling yourself that, pretty boy.” He crawled over me, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand while the other spread my legs. “But this hole doesn’t lie. It’s been clenching for me since the locker room.” He pushed back inside me raw, slow this time, inch by thick inch until he bottomed out. I moaned loud, back arching off the bed. “Fuck… you’re still so deep.”

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

that felt like the most powerful ending for this couple. Okay, that was the heartfelt, literary reason. Now for the completely, utterly ridiculous and honest reason: I literally could not write another sex scene. I am not joking. We were closing in on 80,000 words on this thing! A hundred thousand words! Do you have any idea how many different ways there are to describe a hand running through hair? Or a deep gaze across a room? I was starting to lose my mind trying to come up with fresh, non-repetitive action. I truly don't think I would have survived trying to write a fresh, unique, meaningful, and non-absurdly-long sex scene at this point in the narrative. My fingers were cramping, my thes