روايات وقصص ضمن Hentai With Good Stories

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

They make surrender look like the best fucking idea you’ve ever had. Those hands are Graham’s. We’re in the basement of Fantasies—beneath the lounge, dance floor, and voyeur rooms. The dungeon. This is where the ones who need more come to find it, but right now it’s quiet, but not empty. The usual thrum of sex and spectacle hasn’t started yet; the club hasn’t officially opened. The only people down here are the ones who came for the shibari workshop, scattered in small, hushed clusters.

“What can I say? I asked for rough and he delivered. Hands tied to the headboard, spanked raw, fucked so hard I saw stars and squirted all over the sheets multiple times. Girl, I think my pussy is ruined in the best way possible.” Zoe burst out laughing, leaning against Mia for support. “Ruined? Babe, you’re glowing like you just discovered the meaning of life through dick. Spill everything. Was he big? Did he talk dirty? Did you beg?” I leaned in closer, voice dropping but still teasing. “Huge. And yes he pounded me like he was trying to break the bed. Called me his good little slut while he slapped my boobs and asd. I came so many times I lost count. And when he finally filled me up… God,

Story 9: Sex With Mr Handsome Stranger 4 ~DELL~ I separated his legs and knelt in the middle, I could feel how tense he was and my heart couldn't help but soften when I saw the scared expression on his face. Knowing it was his first time, I let out a sigh and calmed my surging blood down, then leaned down to capture his lips in a gentle kiss. I teased his mouth, sucking his lower and upper lips, then slipping my tongue into his mouth and sweeping it all around. His mouth had my taste but I still couldn't stop kissing him. I teased every part of his mouth, making sure he was relaxed before I began to caress his body again, and slowly slip my finger into his butt hole again.

A valid reason if anyone actually cared to ask. My husband isn't a bad man. He's a good father. A decent provider. But in bed? He's not what I need. His thing is average at best and he's not into the things I crave. The rough stuff. The intensity. The kind of sex that leaves you sore and satisfied and unable to walk straight the next day. I have knacks. Preferences. Kinks that make my body come alive. My husband doesn't share them. We still do it but not nearly as much as I want. Not nearly as hard as I need.

Marcus leaned back against the desk crossing his arms so the fabric pulled tight across his chest. “Predatory depends on consent Sarah. If both parties are adults and they want it, who the hell are we to judge the heat between them? Take these classic stories. The men aren’t saints. They’re flawed hungry bastards who see something they crave and go after it. The women aren’t victims either. They’re dripping for it. Wet and reckless because the forbidden touch sets their skin on fire.” Fuck. My face burned. I uncrossed my legs and felt a slick rush between them. The way he said dripping made my clit throb.

“Such perfect fucking tits. Been dreaming about these for years.” Lucas moved in front, dropping to his knees. He spread my thighs wider, replacing Jax’s fingers with his tongue. He licked long and slow from my entrance up to my clit, then sucked the swollen nub into his mouth, flicking it relentlessly while Victor kept devouring my mouth and Jax ground against my ass, his fingers now teasing my tight little hole. I was shaking, moaning, completely surrounded by them. Four sets of hands, four hungry mouths, cocks hard and straining against their pants. My mind spun, this was wrong, so fucking wrong — but my body was on fire, pussy dripping down my thighs as they worked me over.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

—I knew this was it. Our forever. THE END! Here is the list of my masterpieces; ~ The Mafia’s Plaything: His To Ruin. ~ Once His Nightmare, Now His Employee. ~ Bound By His Rules: MM Steamy Compilation. ~ The Omega’s Revenge Harem: A Dark MMMM Erotica Tale. (Available only on GOODNOVEL.)

“Always be vocal, and if he won't listen, kick him out of the bed.” “How about a compromise?” she asked. “If you're going to enjoy it. Next.” “Two: I learnt that having an orgasm is not a bad thing.” “Alas, it's not. It's a damned good thing.” “I learnt that I shouldn't be afraid to try new things. Like the Bdsm thing. Even though we stopped somewhere and didn't go all the way.” He was nodding. “Good, good.” “I learnt that I should not liken myself to pornstars because they're too good to be true.”