Foreplay Sex Stories Novels & Stories

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

I pushed a third finger in, stretching myself open, feeling that delicious burn. In my fantasy, he bent me over the kitchen counter, yanking my shorts down my ankles. I could almost feel the cool edge of the granite pressing into my hips as he freed his cock and rubbed the thick head along my dripping slit. I rolled onto my stomach, ass lifted slightly, face buried in the pillow so I could pretend he was right behind me. My fingers kept thrusting; three of them now, while my hips rocked back to meet every stroke. My pillow smelled of shampoo, but it was his scent that surrounded me. His big hand was gripping my hip hard enough to leave marks, pulling me back onto his cock as he sank into me

Do I need to tell him that I have not had another boy or man touch me, and he is the only man I have ever had? "Like a depravity. Fuck, Moh, do you have any idea how long I have wanted to break you open like this?" Then, he began to move. He didn't start slow. He withdrew until he was almost out, the friction of the withdrawal making me whimper, before slamming back into me with a rhythmic, brutal force. The bookshelf groaned behind us, the wood creaking with every thrust. I was a puppet in his hands, my body jolting with the impact of his weight.

Each lesson I learned, I do it to him, and he liked— no, he loved every bit of it. His moans, groans, and pleads for me to pleasure him more were boosting my confidence every time. My Aphrodite side was boosted with overflowing self-confidence when it comes to beauty and sex department. We've also tried several tricks and different foreplays and we enjoyed every bit of it. And after we reached heaven numerous times in one night, he would scoop me in his arms and start his bedtime story— his story.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

“Tonight. Here in the loft after we eat.” “Okay.” He pulled me close and kissed me soft. “You sure you are ready? We can stop anytime.” “I am sure. I want you to make me come hard from both holes.” He kissed my forehead. “Then tonight. I will go slow at first, lube everywhere. Make sure you are relaxed.” “Thank you.” “Tell me more about what you wrote. What else?” “I wrote about squirting, overstimulation. You pounding me until I lose count of orgasms.”

He was clearly larger than them, judging by her struggle to fit him, but good sex lies in the foreplay. He could still spin her…sink his teeth into her; then, no one would see this side of her again. His fingers lowered to her sex, where he ran circles against her nub until her tensed body relaxed; with each moan oozing from her lips, her sex grew more and more permissive until, finally, he had sunk inside her full and snuggly. Christ, she was delightfully tight. “I’ll move- I’ll move when I'm-”

I cranked the water to near-scalding and stepped under the spray as steam rose fast. I braced one forearm against the wall, wrapped my fist around my cock, and started stroking. Slow at first. Base to tip. I pictured her again—this time bent over the sink in front of me, skirt shoved up, panties around her thighs. I imagined the way she’d gasp when I pushed inside, the way her back would arch, the little sounds she’d try to swallow. My grip tightened... Faster. Water pounded my shoulders as I thought about her nails on my chest, about her riding me in the driver’s seat of my car, windows fogged, her thighs trembling.

His tongue invaded my mouth while one hand wrapped around my spent cock, stroking it back to life. “Fuck, Ryan... we’re stepbrothers,” I gasped against his lips, shame burning hot in my chest. “This is so fucking wrong.” “Yeah? Then why is your cock getting hard again in my hand?” He squeezed me tighter, thumb rubbing over the sensitive head. “You’ve wanted this as bad as I have. All those years of fighting. It was just foreplay.” I moaned despite myself as he kissed down my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. His mouth moved lower, tongue flicking over my nipple before he bit down. Pain and pleasure shot through me.

he growled. “But before then, I need to prep you” he rasped and got down, lying on his back. “Come lie on me and suck me well or forget about getting bricked by this cock today” he rasped out, veins coating his thighs and shoulders. I scrambled over him, my face inhaling the musky smell of sex on his cock, and shivering. I felt hot all over knowing four other hard men were watching us and the desire to give them a show burned high in me.