Novel & Cerita Freaky Sex Story

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“Someome is asking if you passed out after the sex scene because of the intensity.” I laughed again, this time harder than the last time. “Well, I did not pass out but my legs were wobbly for like three days. I was literally feeling hot pain whenever I peed and it was intense but the most important thing was that I derived maximum pleasure and I was able to entertain you all seated here.” I raised my hand to the crowd and they all chanted. “That is great to hear. What is your favourite sex style.” “Hmm, my answer to that has to be coapsed doggy.”

Only the words “Valid for one weekend. Use once. Burn after.” She stared at the picture every night while her vibrator buzzed between her legs and her husband slept in the next room. The fantasies grew darker each time. Five strangers. A penthouse suite. No names. No limits except the safe word she knew she would never use. Just a weekend of being used so thoroughly she would feel them for weeks. Friday arrived cold and wet. She told her husband she was having a girls’ night in the city. He kissed her cheek and told her to have fun. She almost came right there in the doorway from the guilt and the thrill.

The way she stressed the clear made me laugh a little and blush. She waved a hand and shook her head. “Well, we said it never happened. Just gas lighted ourselves into thinking we ended up naked but nothing happened.” This time, she legit laughed. “Then it happened again and we couldn’t even blame the drinks because we were cold stone sober. We just wanted to. Not like wanted, it was almost compelling. Crazy, right?” I nodded, not having any words to say. This is by the craziest story she has ever told me. And now, when I’m sitting, I’ll just randomly think, Jaiya had sex with Damien.

​I didn't even have time to register the new, blinding pain before she was on me. ​She straddled my hips, her silk gown pooling around me, her weight pinning me to the floor. It was Fiona, all over again. The nightmare, come back to life. ​Her face was inches from mine, her perfect features contorted. "He was fine until you came!" she screamed, spittle flying from her lips. "He never... never... lost control like this! You... you broke him!" ​"I... I didn't..." I gasped, my good hand coming up to weakly push at her arms. It was like pushing against stone.

I whispered, “then I’m a freak too. We’re both freaks… and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He looked at me with those intense, mischievous eyes, the sadness from moments ago melting into something much hotter. “If that’s the case,” he said, biting his lower lip, “can we do something really freaky right now?” I cleared my throat, trying to steady my voice. “As long as it’s not something dangerous…” “Nooo, of course not,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “I want to make us feel so good… without actually having sex.”

She said, “You know your brother thinks you’re gay? I laughed, “He didn’t think that when we were kids and he beat my skinny ass because he thought I was messing with one of his girlfriends!” “Your brother is a funny guy. You know, we ‘swing’ sometimes with other couples. These are usually like orgies, but Jim started getting jealous and would only let me get it on with women he was fucking or he would pick men and have me get on my knees and suck their cocks. I lost interest now, so it’s me and my vibrator.” She laughed heartily and swiped a hand across her crotch. Then she got dressed in her sweaters and coat and rushed out, yelling over her shoulder she needed to get her “brats.”

He didn’t know much about Tristan’s views on sex. Despite co-hosting the sex doctor show with him, Tristan had rarely ever opened up his sexual fantasies and preferences. Thinking of it, for a person as open about sex as Roth, he never really discussed sex with his best friend. He made a mental note to find out Tristan’s views on BDSM and his sexual fantasies and kinks. Afterall, your best friend should know this stuff about you. He quickly wrapped up the show after that and headed out to chat with Tristan, who was waiting for him outside with two steaming mugs of coffee.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

It's almost laughable, but I’m too busy stopping myself from sinking my cock into her. "He’s… my friend," she stammers." "Wrong answer," I say, landing two slaps on her ass. Kira squirms, her pussy dripping more juices down her thighs. She enjoys this a little too much, but the feeling of being on edge without an orgasm is driving her crazy. "I…" I interrupt her by plunging a finger inside her. She is sensitive, almost coming as soon as I start to move my finger. "Don’t you dare come without permission," I warn.