Fiction Sex Stories Novels & Stories

He had my complete attention, teasing me when he told me, “Perhaps you could help me write a story about the sexual relationship I want to have with you?” Initially I didn’t believe him, though later that night when I looked up the websites he gave me he was telling the truth. For me his business books were a little dull. Conversely his p**n stories were very exciting and covered many sexual themes I was unfamiliar with. We quickly became lovers, Cecil introducing me to a whole new diverse range of sexual pleasures, though after a while I sensed his interest in me was waning. “Have you read any of my stories involving Sarah?, Cecil asked me one day.

Her tanned skin glistened with sweat, while the sound of the faucet dripping grew fainter as the water in the bathtub filled up. Every moan they shared, every kiss and touch that occurred made my body tremble. I hate p**n, but now I’m watching it live. “Oh shit!” the woman moaned as Max slid his finger into her pussy. His movements were so fast and right, touching every sensitive spot perfectly. Without realizing it, I brought my own finger to touch my pussy. My eyes occasionally closed as I felt the pleasurable sensation from my touch. Every time Max twisted his finger, I would do the same, imagining that he was doing it to mine.

The e-mail showed that Selena was Googling pornographic websites - specifically sites which catalogued and stored sex stories. As he checked the screenshots and the text which was being typed into the search bar, he found that she was looking for stories which dealt with S&M, dominance and submission, bondage and humiliation. The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later.

I rolled over and grabbed my journal from the floor. I told myself I was going to write about what happened today. About how Lane saw through me. About how it made me feel exposed, vulnerable, disgusting. But that’s not what came out. Instead, I wrote a story. A scene. A fantasy. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I was already halfway through describing how he stood up from his chair in his office , walked right straight to me, and pinned me to the wall. His mouth found mine like he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy.

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.

Darrell already left for work, we were all bored so we decided to swim. "Yeah and after that, we had sex" she giggled. "Woah so you guys are officially together?" "Yeah" "I can't seriously remember the last time, I had a good screw. About three months ago" Daniela said. "Three months? Don't tell me you?..." I trailed off raising my brows at her. "Of course, I had it with one of the male servants" she rolled her eyes. "Holly molly. You need to get laid sis. How about we hit the club tonight?" she giggled.

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

"But I may have imagined this scenario once or twice." Felix's laugh was low and sensual. "Only once or twice?" Before she could answer, his thumb found the damp center of her panties, pressing firmly against her clit through the silk. Wendy gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. "So responsive," Felix murmured, increasing the pressure. "I've imagined making you wet like this during every boring budget meeting for the past year." His confession sent another rush of heat between her legs. "Tell me what you want," he commanded, his thumb now moving in slow circles. "I need to hear you say it."

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

The next few days after that first night were pure torture and pure heaven at the same time. Ethan and I barely kept our hands off each other. We fucked in the shower while the water ran loud enough to cover my moans, on the kitchen counter when he came home early from job hunting, and once even in the laundry room while the washing machine was on spin cycle. Every time felt more dangerous and more addictive. I knew it was wrong — Alex was thousands of miles away trusting both of us — but the guilt only made the sex hotter.