Free Sex Tales の小説・ストーリー

Her words sent a shiver straight down my spine as I shifted feeling the dampness growing in my panties. The game kept growing dirtier now. Someone mentioned the time Alex and I had sex in the dorm while everyone else was at football game. Ryan admitted he had jerked off listening through the wall. My cheeks burned so hot but my pussy throbbed at the memory. Alex’s hand slid higher on my thigh, his fingers tracing the edge of my panties and I parted my legs a little, inviting him. He stroked me slowly over the fabric pressing the damp cloth against my swollen clit, I bit my lip to hold back my moan as pleasure cooked tightly in my belly.

The smell of sex filled the air, musky, dirty, addictive. "Such a perfect hole," he snarled. "Gonna fill you up every day. Keep you leaking my cum while you work at your desk." I was close, so fucking close, when he suddenly pulled out. He flipped me onto my back on the couch and climbed over me, stroking his glistening cock furiously. "Open your mouth." I barely had time to obey before he exploded. Thick ropes of hot cum painted my face, across my lips, my cheeks, one spurt hitting my tongue. I gasped, tasting him again as it dripped down my chin.

I'll have to try that. As planned we stopped and got some male love supplies and some wine that said celebration all over it. We were kind of crushing on each other. Not just a fuck me kind of thing. He had a nice place for a teacher. When we closed the front door we went into full lovers mode. Couldn't take our hands off each other and were nude opening the wine in the kitchen in seconds. As he was opening the wine I was rubbing my cock up his ass crack. He looked over his shoulder and told me he could barely wait. I was thinking I wanted him in me first but, I really wanted to pleasure him. He looked masculine in his thong, like a body builder without the muscles but a great ass and full p

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

His cock twitched traitorously in his sweatpants. Later that night, after Damien had gone to shower, Elias couldn’t take it anymore. He lay on his bed, hoodie pushed up to his chest, sweatpants shoved down just enough. His hand wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, stroking slowly at first, then faster. His eyes were closed, breath coming in soft, desperate pants. In his mind, it wasn’t some vague fantasy, it was Damien’s strong hands pinning him down, that deep voice growling filthy things into his ear while…

The scenes were just sexual play, like the cop pulling over the young coed: It was fun, but it was still just a game. My fantasy had always been one of complete control. I always imagined completely submitting to the will of another over my own free will. I guess that was my fantasy. It didn't even have to involve sex. Actually most of the fantasies didn't really involve sex, but I did find them erotic. I am not sure if that makes sense, but the two have always been separate, but still related somehow.

My moans echoed off the stone, raw and unfiltered, and bouncing back to me as if the crypt itself were moaning with me. He watched through the lens, eyes dark, pupils blown wide with lust and something colder—calculation. “Tell me your worst secret, Elara,” he said, voice low and coaxing. “The one you’ll never print.” I gasped, hips rocking into my own hand, thighs trembling. “I… I came to expose you,” I confessed, the words spilling like wine. “The abuse stories. The missing girls from the Boston church. The rumors of payoffs, of girls who vanished after private ‘counseling.’ I thought you were—”

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 do not have money now but I promise that I would make you feel good. And maybe you spent a lot of time with me because you love me.” “Already? I have not even seen the size of your dick.” “It might not be a nine inches like you expect but it sure would fit in that tight pussy of yours.”. “And even if it does not fit, I am always open to three homes and even four somes. The more the merrier. With that last text, she logged off with no good nights or sweet texts. I wanted to be the one saying those but we were not all that familiar. There was no one really active anymore on the site so I spent all night read sex stories and watching erotica videos to add to my knowledge and be able to have