Free Sex Literature Novels & Stories

My best friend Melissa giggled as I narrated my dream to her. “Now you are just making fun of me,” I said, embarrassed. “Haha, not really. I am glad you are excited about it, and I am looking forward to hearing about your first real orgasm, but I still feel sex is overrated.” She laughed. “Oh, then why do you have all those books hidden under your bed? It's smut, isn't it?” I smirked. Melissa gasped. “Holy shit, you saw my stash?” She burst into laughter. “Well I hate to disappoint you, but they are historical books on werewolves.”

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

"Well, am not, but I am mad with the adult that gave you the book. Tell me, did an adult give this to you? I need to know the adult that did this." "I stole it." "You what?" "Am sorry. I know I shouldn't be reading that." "Why do you think you shouldn't be reading it?" "You know, the pictures of naked men and women joined but sitting up, their legs splayed like two crabs, their hands holding on to each other's shoulders. Or looking at a woman on top of a man, stretched along his length, their bodies clasped together over their heads." "I can see that the image is still clear in your head. You wanted to read it to see couples having sex, am I right?"

************** Burning Sex1 The loud grunts from a man in the thrall of unbridled passion echoed through the darkness. I lay face down on the bed with my ass in the air and the huge mountain of a man relentlessly pounding his thick cock into me. Slap, slap, slap. our flesh merged in an almost violent frenzy of lust. my face was contorted and sweaty as this heated exchange of pent-up desire released the fury of a raging fire I had long thought lost. I was about to climax again. No man had taken me to this realm of sexual delight before. No man could vanquish this need and fulfill the darkened desires I craved. Until I met HIM.

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

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

That caused my eyebrows to raise and my cheeks to blush. "Well... If you like that mix, maybe 'Story of O' by Pauline Réage, 'The Lover' by Marguerite Duras, 'Tropic of Cancer' by Henry Miller, or 'Delta of Venus' by Anaïs Nin could be recommended," I suggested, my face burning. These were considered significant works of erotic literature, but at the same time, they were quite scandalous. "Did you enjoy them?" he asked with a slightly huskier voice. "I like forming my own opinions."

Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?" Tim gasped again as Petrov used two fingers to stimulate his asshole. Petrov wasn't aiming for penetration at the moment, he just wanted the boy aroused enough to keep talking. Finally, the boy admitted to preferring Nifty and Literotica as his go-to erotic stories websites. Petrov knew that Literotica catered to a variety of genres but smiled knowing that Nifty had no heterosexual stories at all, though Nifty did h

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

she gasped. He started fucking her hard and deep, the bookshelf rattling softly with every thrust. Skin slapped against skin. The wet sounds of his cock slamming into her dripping pussy echoed down the aisle. “That’s right, you filthy little exhibitionist,” he growled, spanking her ass. “Take this stranger’s cock in the middle of the library. Your pussy is creaming so much it’s dripping down your thighs. Anyone could walk around the corner and see you getting fucked like a cheap whore.”