Freesex Story Novels & Stories

I wanted to be like the women I found in the stories in the back. Women that had unforgettable sex, a lot more interesting than my own awkward and unsatisfying sex life at the time. The story that really stood out centered around a woman who went camping with her husband. They couple made a few friends and one thing led to another and five men fucked her and filled her with cum. The next encounter came in the form of p**n video one of my immature guy friends put on at a party. From the woman’s bleached blonde hair to her giant fake tits, everything about it fell into the category of fake.

I felt exposed, vulnerable, and completely under his control in the middle of the room where millions of dollars were negotiated every day. "Open for me," he commanded. I didn't hesitate. I pulled my legs back, hooking my heels over the edge of the table, exposing myself to the harsh fluorescent lights above. Vincent stepped into the space I’d created, his body a wall of heat. He didn't use finesse. He didn't use a condom. He guided himself to the entrance of my heat and pushed in with a slow, agonizing force that made me cry out, the sound bouncing off the glass walls.

Listening to other patients — wealthy executives who had destroyed marriages through sex addiction, celebrities who had lost everything to escorts and orgies, normal people whose lives had spiraled out of control — made me see my own story with horrifying clarity. When it was my turn to share, I spoke for nearly forty minutes, voice trembling, about how I had started as Liam’s curious girlfriend exploring fantasies and ended up as the Gangbang Princess who threw away the love of her life for the thrill of being used by dozens of men. One older man in the group looked at me with kind but firm eyes and said,

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. “Let me go.” “Wellsy, for fuck’s sake, can you just be a little bit patient?” I stopped. “There's nothing you can say to make me feel better about this.” “Fine. See it as a threesome, that's something everyone has undeniably wanted to try out.” “Not as a normal thing, Adrian. You're telling me that every time you like a girl, you…” “No!” He cut me off like he knew what I was about to say. “It's just the sex.”

She steps in front of me, her index finger pointed at me. I furrow my brows, my mouth falling open. "What does that mean?" "You can't do casual sex, Rae. You've had sex with two people. Jacob, who you almost married, and then three months later you hooked up with that sexy basketball player in the bathroom at Club Voodoo. Which then turned into you staying in your pajamas crying into a bowl of ice cream while watching re-runs because you felt like a whore," she rambles about, flinging through the rack of clothes.

Fathia said, “let's watch this film together,” Fred said, “Okay, am coming sir,” Fathia said, and she came down from the bed and walked to the washroom, she eased herself and came back, and sat beside Fred watching the porn films, “do you like watching this type of film?“ Fred asked, “yes” Fathia retorted, “Have you watched something like this before?“ he asked, “No sir” she retorted, “When Is your first sex experience?“ Fred asked,

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

Our marriage was on the skids until my wife role-played her fantasy of being my Dominatrix My wife, Freya , and I had been married nearly ten years. We had been happy, our sex life had been good, and finances secure. But lately, the spark was gone. It used to be that when we had sex, it was exuberant, frenetic, sweaty, fuck-till-you-drop raunchy humping. Now, the sex was routine. It was the same thing every time, over and over. Nothing was new and it wasn’t exciting anymore.

"Yeah, I know. She was just bragging to me about having slept with another man last night. How's that even possible? You know how innocent and naive she is. She'd rather die than sleep with a stranger." Seth rubbed the hickey on his neck and smiled without saying anything. Ethan teased, "What's with the touching? Didn't you have enough fun last night?" "Yeah, I didn't. She had to leave halfway to attend to something." "Man, what a wildcat! She bites hard, doesn't she? I can see the bite marks." Seth leaned back and said indifferently, "She's usually quite gentle, actually. Maybe it's because… the man she was with before never made her orgasm."